Get There: (Originally Published in the Print Anthology a RED HOT VALENTINE'S DAY) by Megan Hart Page A

of the glass. Ty, his gaze locked with hers, reached out and used the tip of his finger to bump the glass.
    “Oops.”
    Edie’s gasp turned to a giggle as the chilled champagne hit her skin and spattered her bra. She had a moment to wish she’d known Ty would be here so she could’ve worn the red lace demi-bra she’d bought, but in the next moment she had no more time to care because he’d bent to press his mouth to her collarbones. His tongue swiped away the champagne, and his mouth moved lower, to the swell of her breasts. He put his hands behind her, holding her so she didn’t have to support herself on the countertop.
    She cupped the back of his neck, her fingers twining in his thick, dark hair. Ty’s mouth brushed her breasts softly, his tongue flickering. Wet heat pressed her through the bra’s lace, and when he closed his lips over her nipple, Edie sighed. She closed her eyes, leaning back into Ty’s steady embrace as he nuzzled her.
    Ty pulled away to take the champagne glass from her and held it to her lips, then kissed her wet mouth. “It tastes better on you than from the glass.”
    Edie raised a brow. “I’m going to need a shower.”
    “You’re going to need a shower, anyway.” He tipped the glass for her to drink again, then drained and refilled it. He set it on the counter and touched the button of her jeans. “Take these off.”
    Edie looked to the French doors leading to the deck, then to the window over the sink. “Ty, the neighbors—”
    “Can’t see a thing. I stood in the yard and made sure.”
    That, like the balloons, was such a Ty thing to do that Edie had to laugh. She flicked open the button at her waist and toyed with the zipper as Ty stood back and watched her. She shifted on the slick counter, but there was no way she was going to get these off without help.
    She didn’t have to say a word.
    Ty, his mouth anchored to hers in another scorching kiss, hooked his thumbs in her waistband and pulled so hard he scooted her entire body against him. They laughed, kissing, as Edie wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, using the leverage to lift her ass so Ty could slide the denim down to her thighs.
    “Cold!” she cried when her mostly bare skin settled back on the marble.
    Ty, busy pushing her jeans off her legs, looked up. “You okay, babe?”
    Edie, bare legs dangling, kicked lightly at the cupboards below and spread her legs, leaning back with her hands supporting her weight. “Oh, sure. I always sprawl naked on my kitchen countertops.”
    Ty tossed her jeans to the floor and kissed both of her knees. His hands circled her ankles as he moved between her legs. “I’m going to insist on it.”
    “Might make for some interesting,” he kissed her, “dinner,” she kissed him, “conversations.”
    Ty grabbed her ass and moved her to the edge of the counter, her satin panties making the motion effortless. Edie wrapped her legs around him again, shivering at the soft flannel of his shirt and the harder denim of his jeans as it rubbed her bare flesh. Ty’s kiss was harder this time, and when his hand fisted in her hair to tip her head back, Edie no longer gave a rat’s ass about the neighbors.
    “I love it when you moan like that.” Ty nipped at her throat and licked a path over her shoulder, then back to her breasts again. With one finger he flicked open the catch of her bra and helped her shrug out of it.
    When her breasts fell free, he reached for the glass and tipped it over them again. Edie bent her head to watch the champagne ease over her skin. The golden liquid diverted around her tight nipples and dripped, splashing, onto her thighs and belly.
    With a mouthful of champagne, Ty bent and took her nipple in his mouth. The cool liquid sloshed around her hot flesh as he tongued her, and the overflow cascaded over her skin. He swallowed, then licked the underside of her breast, suckling again on her nipple until she writhed and moaned.
    Her fingers