Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
My fingers tingled. Shivers raced down my spine.
He licked his lips.
It was sexy as fuck.
I blame what happened next on the sexiness he didn’t even know he had, because it made me do the stupidest thing I’d ever done in my life. I pulled Clark to me and kissed him.
22
Clark
Oh my God, is this really happening?
I wanted to keep my eyes open so I could make sure it was real, but they had already closed on a sigh.
Because Skylar was kissing me, freaking kissing me.
I was afraid I had coffee and pancake breath, but he tasted like the lushest chocolate and his kiss felt like soft puppy dogs and everything sunshiny, and no, this needed to stop, this was so not a good idea.
Except I couldn’t seem to disentangle myself from this spell he had me under. One minute I was holding on to his wrist and telling him I didn’t hook up with anyone last night, and the next, tension seemed to dissolve from his shoulders and he was kissing me. But I couldn’t make sense of any of that right now. Hell, I couldn’t use my brain even if I tried. It was a bowl of mush.
The craziest part was, in my little fantasyland version of this scenario, I’d expected Skylar to kiss me with reckless, wild abandon just like everything else he did in his life. But this was something altogether different. His tongue was smooth as silk, his lips almost careful, and it was sure to be my ruin.
When Skylar drew back to take a quick breath, I thought it’d be all over and we’d finally come to our senses, but then his lips were brushing against mine again, his tongue licking into my mouth as he dragged low moans from me.
He shifted, his hands winding in my hair as if to keep me right where he wanted me, and I certainly wasn’t going anywhere. When he angled his head and groaned, it made me tremble. I latched my hands around the waistband of his pajama bottoms and held on for dear life, taking advantage of the moment before it was over.
Everything felt like too much and not quite enough, and the next instant I was flipping us around and hemming him against the counter, which I blamed on my body being on sensory overload. I didn’t recognize the growl that emerged from my throat as I took his mouth in a fierce, deep kiss. And this time I could feel all of him. He was shirtless, and his skin was so warm as I slid my hands to his lower back and sank against him. His breaths were harsh against my lips, his stiff cock was bumping against mine, and I thought I might explode in a hundred pieces.
And then I thought I did because my cell began buzzing loudly on the counter, startling us.
We froze mid-kiss, and then I wrenched my mouth away, breaking the spell and gaping at him. “Oh…oh fuck, we…we…what did we…probably shouldn’t have done that.” I absently brushed my fingers against my lips because they felt bruised.
Could that happen? Could a kiss that intense bruise your lips?
Skylar panted heavily, his skin flushed, his nipples pebbled. Christ, I’d done that to him. Pretty heady.
He said, “You can totally blame it on me. You just looked so sleep-cute and sexy, and you do this thing with your lip…”
“I do?” Now my tongue flicked out to swipe my bottom lip, and he stared at me with hazy lust in his eyes. Goddamn it. I backed away to get more air in my lungs so I could finally breathe.
“Yeah, so blame it on me,” he reiterated, and for the first time I saw regret reflected in his eyes. And I didn’t want him to do that. To regret me. “I’m sorry if that was too much—”
“It was actually amazing,” I said, just as my phone started buzzing again. “So maybe it’s best that doesn’t happen again.”
I grabbed my cell and answered a panicked call from a client. I speed-walked to my room and closed the door behind me, leaning my forehead against the cool wood and inhaling a deep breath. Holy shit. I could barely concentrate on the call while my mind reeled.
“It’s okay. I’ll be there soon, and we’ll handle it,” I said into the phone, then hung up.
Okay, head back in the game. I had a showing to attend to and a client who was nervous about a knocked-down branch in the yard after a storm. I went to my closet and absently pulled out a shirt and slacks, my brain having trouble transitioning to the here and now after what happened.
My dick too. It was still semihard. Jesus, I would’ve jizzed all over myself if we’d gone on any longer. Even through two layers of fabric, our dicks rubbing together felt incredible.