Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 91079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
At least the hiccups are gone…
I grab his shoulders and push myself back from him. He doesn’t even flinch. Even when I stumble, he doesn’t move to catch me. His teeth are still pressed into his bottom lip. Brows drawn together so tight I’m afraid the skin at his temples might split.
After I find my balance, I cross my arms and shake my head at him. “You have got to be the suckiest kisser on the planet.”
“Me?”
“Yes. You. You suck at kissing.”
“Are you fucking serious right now?”
“You just ruined it for me,” I whine, throwing one hand up in the air. I stumble again. He doesn’t right me again. So I put my hands on my hips to steady myself because it’s obvious I can’t depend on him.
His face relaxes a little and he runs his tongue over the indentions in his lip. I should be thinking about how those lips felt on mine. How that tongue felt. It should turn me on to see him licking his lips.
It doesn’t.
“You tried to lick the enamel off my teeth, Penelope. I think it’s safe to say that you’re the bad kisser here. Not me.”
I look away from him and mumble, “I imagined it different in my head.” Which reminds me… “You could’ve at least attempted to save it.”
“There was no coming back from that.”
I glare at him. “Is Cam still here?”
He gives me a wary look. “Why?”
“Because I had it in my head that I was going to leave here kissed. And I always get what I want because I’m stubborn like that. And since my attempt with you didn’t work out—“
“Yeah, not exactly.”
“Well, I’m not going to rub it in your face—“
“Shut up.”
“Hey! Don’t be ugly to me—“
“Shut up, Penelope.”
I stomp my foot. “I will not sh—“
Say “shut.”
Do it.
Right now.
Notice how your lips pucker on the “sh?”
Well…that’s the exact moment Jake Swagger kissed me.
His lips are smooth, but no soft. They’re too powerful. Too demanding. Too dominant to be considered soft. His tongue? It’s soft. He drags it across my bottom lip. Then my top. Bypassing my teeth because unlike me, he’s not an enamel licker. And unlike him, I’m not an asshole. So I take the hint and open my mouth wider so he can devour me. And taste me. And I can taste him. And guess what…
He tastes like whiskey and mint.
I don’t know where the mint came from, but trust me the cool hint of spearmint is there. I make a mental note to see how much a bottle of that twenty-four-hour mouthwash he uses runs on Ebay.
I whimper when his hand slides into my hair. He growls at the noise. Tightens his hold. Curls his other hand around my waist and pulls me closer to him. This time when I stumble, he catches me. Or should I say his chest catches me. Either way, I’m pressed against that unyielding, concrete slab he wears beneath his shirt.
Slow.
He kisses me so slow. How can something so languid, so tantalizing, so consuming be so damn passionate? Hell if I know. But this guy? He can do it.
I never want it to stop. God please don’t let it stop. His hand slides to the side of my neck. Cups my cheek. Thumb rubs along my jaw. He pulls his tongue back but keeps his lips on mine. Pressing soft, sweet kisses across the swell of my bottom lip. I fight the urge to jab my tongue back into his mouth because I know the kiss is coming to an end.
I’m boneless when he pulls his mouth from mine. But he keeps me pinned to him. So close I can still feel his warm breath on my bruised lips. My eyes flutter open and I gaze up to meet his. Those whirlwinds of color darken by the second with some unspoken promise that I pray is something dirty and erotic.
“That, Penelope, was a kiss.”
Fucking right it was.
“Ahem…”
Jake releases me so fast my head spins. He keeps a grip on my elbow but takes an immediate step away from me. Then his hand falls away and there’s all this space between us. I don’t want the space. I want his heat. His chest. His penis in my vagina.
Stupid Cam and his stupid throat clearing.
“Sorry to interrupt.”
“You didn’t interrupt. What do you want?” I’m shocked Jake can so easily act like his mouth wasn’t just suctioned to mine. I’m pretty sure I just fell in love with him over that kiss. And I’m almost positive he’s in love with me too.
How can he not be?
I’m a great kisser.
“The agency called.”
Jake whips around to face Cam. It takes me a minute but eventually I mirror his stance—arms crossed. Eyes narrow and fixated on Cam. Silently killing him with a look because he just ruined the best moment of our lives. He doesn’t even look apologetic about it either.