"So the plan is, I'm gonna kiss you, and you're gonna shove me away and start yelling," FBI Handler Joe Renato explained to Lily, the newest of his trained agents. "If this guy is really the hero he likes to think he is, he'll see everything and come to your 'rescue'. And that's when we'll get him. Okay?"
Lily nodded, somewhat wary of the fact that she was essentially being used as bait to trap a criminally inclined "gentleman". As a trained undercover agent, it was her daily job to be "bait" or a decoy of some kind in an FBI operation. Lily loved her job, but constantly kept in mind that on some days, it was a dangerous career.
"Okay. We're gonna practice this. I wanna make sure you're convincing enough."
"I hope your plan actually works," Lily answered, not at all sure of it herself.
Joe gaped at her in mock-offense. "Of course it'll work. What do you take me for—an amateur? It may not be the most elaborate scheme, but it'll get the job done. Now, you ready?"
"Yeah."
"All right. Get ready to push me away." He forced his mind to ignore the enticing scent of Lily's blondish hair and concentrate instead on the task at hand. With his hands lightly resting on her hips, he tilted his head and captured her lower lip between his.
Lily intended to push him away from herself, as she was instructed to do. But her hands decided to betray her, choosing to rest on Joe's muscular, T-shirt-covered chest rather than shove him away.
"You're not pushing me, Lily," Joe mumbled against her lips.
"Sorry," she answered back. "My hands won't cooperate."
Joe broke the kiss and pulled back slightly, staring into Lily's young, pretty face. His heart was pounding at the unexpected rush he felt from their physical contact.
"Damn it. I knew this was a bad idea," he remarked, sliding his arms around her waist and claiming her lips again.