Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 122896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 614(@200wpm)___ 492(@250wpm)___ 410(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 614(@200wpm)___ 492(@250wpm)___ 410(@300wpm)
“And how do you propose we do that?”
He tipped his head toward the building, indicating the cameras. “It can’t hurt for the Demons to see us doing something couples do.”
Her breath shuddered. “Like what?”
Cupping her face, he swept his thumb back and forth across the soft skin of her cheek, then he slid his hand to the back of her neck, driving his fingers into her long, silky hair.
She didn’t resist when he pulled her closer.
“Just a simple kiss.” He leaned in and whispered, “For practice,” a fraction from her lips. “And it’ll look good on camera.”
“Of course,” her warm, sweet breath whispered over his lips, “for practice.”
It surprised him when it wasn’t him closing the slight gap between them, it was her.
It started out as a simple kiss. A light brush of her lips across his. Then she did it again. And again. He let her take it at her own pace, even though he was dying to deepen it. Not kiss her. Fuck no. He wanted to take her mouth, to conquer it. To taste every inch. To steal her breath, to make her groan…
But this was only practice, he reminded himself. They needed to act like a couple, to look believable. Like two people who knew each other intimately.
When her tongue traced the seam of his mouth, he opened it, expecting her to only be a tease. Do only enough to get him hard before leaving him hanging.
But she shocked the shit out of him when she gripped his face roughly with both hands. Their tongues collided and tangled. Tasted and twisted.
Even more surprising, it wasn’t her groan they shared, it was his. Because… Fuuuuuck. The kiss was groan-worthy. She was so fucking good at it that he never wanted it to end.
In the past, he’d been with women who were awkward kissers. That was not Mel.
Fuck no.
Unfortunately, it did end a few seconds later when she pulled back slightly with her eyes wide and her breath ragged. A gleam on her lips and in her eyes.
“Was that believable?” she breathed.
She had to ask?
“It’s hard to say.” Literally, it was so damn hard. His erection was caught crookedly in his jeans. Only, he didn’t want her to think he was some weird perv by jamming his hand down his pants and adjusting it. He’d just have to suffer through the uncomfortable angle for now.
However, a couple of things became clear… First, that short kiss with Mel had the same effect as wearing that damn elastic band around his cock when he danced.
And second, that one real kiss with her wasn’t enough. Hell, he wanted much more than a fucking kiss. So much more. That made him say, “We can’t get enough practice. Our relationship will need to look legit. For your safety and mine.” Was that putting it on too thick? Did he care if it was?
Fuck no.
“Then to be safe, I think we need to try that again,” she whispered. “For practice.”
He was on board with that. “Practice does make perfect,” he got out right before she took his mouth again.
Yes. A woman who took what she wanted.
He liked that. So fucking much.
He disliked when women acted innocent if he knew damn well they weren’t. He appreciated a woman not ashamed of her sexuality or afraid to act on her desires. To go for the brass ring. To grab the world by the balls.
For fuck’s sake, she could grab his balls at any time.
If she was inclined, right now would be good.
But he knew better than to push his luck or do something to push her away. She had agreed to help him out, in turn, helping the task force. That was a big win.
Granted, the kiss was another big win, too.
He’d take all the wins he could get.
This time, though, he shoved her tongue out of his mouth so he could explore hers, taking the kiss deeper and making her groan.
Fuck yeah. This whole fake boyfriend thing might make up for the two nights he had to get up on stage and strip.
Even though the kiss was once again over way too soon, it was a damn good start. When she pulled back, her breathing was a bit ragged, her eyes remained closed and her lips remained parted for a few seconds.
And then, fuck him, she sighed like she just had the best orgasm.
He cleared his throat because he had to pull her out of whatever she was going through. If he didn’t, he was going to suggest for them to climb into the tight back seat of the Kia and then they’d really give Saint a show. “I’m certain we can pull it off.”
Her eyes popped open. “Pull what off?”
When she licked her lips, he bit back a groan of disappointment since there would be no back seat action. “Playing a couple.”