Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 95545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“Don’t what?” I murmur, ghosting my lips over her soft ones. It takes every ounce of self-control not to close the distance between us and take what I want.
“Kiss me.”
“Why not?”
She tilts her head toward mine, almost as if angling it for better access. “Because...I don’t want it.”
Losing the battle with myself, I nip at her lower lip before sucking the fullness into my mouth. A whimper escapes as I tug her to me until her breasts are smashed against my chest. A sultry taste that is distinctly hers explodes on my tongue. After all the time and distance that I forced between us, having her this close is like a wave crashing over me, dragging me to the bottom of the ocean. I’m drowning in the taste and feel of her, and I don’t give a damn. I don’t care if I ever make it up to the surface again.
Even though it goes against every single impulse pounding through me, I pull away enough to say, “Are you sure about that?”
Chapter Nineteen
Alyssa
Why is it that all rational thought falls to the wayside anytime he lays his hands on me? Colton Montgomery has been my kryptonite for as long as I can remember. It’s disheartening to realize that nothing has changed in that regard. No matter how strong I think I am, this is all it takes for me to crumble.
I’ve kissed a handful of boys since our breakup, and none made me forget myself or feel as if I would shrivel up and die if they didn’t take my mouth.
But that’s exactly the way it is with Colton.
A year and a half of separation did nothing to lessen the attraction that churns within me. I want him now as much as I ever did. And I have no idea how to change it. Or kill the emotion that simmers beneath the surface.
“Tell me to stop,” he growls against my lips. “If that’s what you want, you need to say the words.”
My lungs fill with air as my head swirls from a potent concoction of Colton-infused alcohol. It’s dizzying. I open my mouth to tell him exactly that, but the words die a quick death on my tongue, refusing to be summoned. I need him to step away and give me a little bit of breathing room so rational thought can once again prevail. When he’s this close, corrupting every sense, sending every nerve ending into chaos, it’s impossible to think straight.
My guess is that he won’t give me the time or distance to find my bearings and come to my senses.
In fact, I know he won’t.
Not unless I demand it of him.
And...I’m unable to do that.
After all this time apart, not only do I secretly crave his touch, I need it. With a groan, I tilt my face toward his. That’s all the signal he needs to proceed. His hands slide from my shoulders to my face, where they cup my cheeks. His thumb strokes against my lower lip before his mouth captures mine. One sweep of his tongue is all it takes for me to open. The first taste of him has fireworks exploding inside my head before sinking like a heavy stone to my core.
One kiss, and it feels like I could self-combust from the pent-up desire churning beneath the surface.
“You have no idea how much I missed this,” he mutters against my lips.
Oh, but I do because I feel the same.
His fingers disappear from my face, slipping over the tops of my shoulders, grazing my arms and ribcage, before settling on my ass. He cups each cheek in the palm of his hands before squeezing them as if testing the weight and feel. Electricity sizzles through me at the intimate contact. A groan bubbles up inside me, fighting to break free.
I haven’t felt this turned on since...
Colton.
And that is all kinds of depressing.
The intrinsic knowledge that this will end badly isn’t nearly enough for me to push him away. It’s nothing more than a fleeting thought. Here and gone before I can fully grasp it.
Or act on it.
I’m so caught up in the feel of his hands and mouth wreaking havoc on my body that I don’t realize he’s walking me backward until my spine hits the shiny metal of his BMW. The thick length of his erection digs into my belly, leaving me to gasp for breath. I remember all too well what it felt like to have Colton driving deep inside my heat. The mere thought is enough to weaken my knees. If he weren’t pinning me in place, I’d fall to the ground before melting into a puddle of goo.
Why does something so bad have to feel so damn good?
He nibbles at my mouth before drawing away. Without thinking, my fingers dig into his T-shirt, attempting to drag him closer. His mouth hovers over my ear, ghosting over the curve of it. Shivers scamper down my spine before he sucks the lobe into his mouth. His teeth sink into the soft flesh, and a whimper of need escapes from me.