Terrible idea. Kissing DynaGirl wouldn’t help him achieve his goal. It could only muddy things between them. It served no purpose. But she was so. Fucking. Hot. Her ass-hugging jeans and snug T-shirt were both worn thin, the soft fabric stretching lovingly across every epic inch of her. Those luscious red lips were parted, green eyes wide. The odds were good he was never going to be this close to DynaGirl again, and every adolescent fantasy he’d ever had starring the Powers Princess was begging him to lean in for just one more taste. Would she be as responsive as he remembered? Would she taste as tangy sweet? She rose up on her toes, and the invitation was just too tempting. Lucien ducked his head, watching her eyelashes slowly sweep down, all the blood in his body already rushing south… His cell phone rang in his pocket, the tinkling Chopin ringtone he’d set for Mirabelle shattering the tense silence. Darla jerked away from him, her face scarlet, her gaze scrambling over every available surface to avoid his.
