Twist by Kylie Scott

Author:Kylie Scott [Scott, Kylie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: St. Martin’s Press
Published: 2017-04-11T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

Message received four weeks ago:

Hey Alex,

How did your date go? I hope it was horrible and he had bad breath, sweaty hands, and only talked about boring ass botanical facts all night. No. Wait. I mean, hope you had a nice time. Right. That’s what I meant to say. So?

Message sent:

Thank you for your well wishes. Not sure I should talk about this stuff with you, it feels weird for some reason … But okay, the botanist smelled fine and his hands were dry, appreciate your concern. But you’ll be pleased to know that he went into far more detail regarding the sex lives of rare orchids than I ever needed to know. Honestly, it was a bit wrong, how into it he was. I wound up feeling he was some sort of orchid pervert or something. It was all stamens and kink. A very odd night. Food was good though.

A xx

Fingers dug into my hair and his mouth covered mine, hot and hungry. There was no going slow. We were a car crash, a catastrophe. His tongue in my mouth and my hands pushing at his coat, tearing at his T-shirt. One large hand slid down over my spine, grabbing my ass and kneading, while the other cradled the back of my head.

Whiskers from his beard tickled the end of my nose and I pulled back, sneezing.

“Sorry,” I mumbled.

“You all right?” he asked, eyes darker than I’d ever seen them.

I nodded. “Mmhmm.”

And we went right back to it, lips mashed together, my tongue sliding over his teeth. For a moment his hands left me then his coat hit the floor. What a brilliant idea.

“Get it off,” I demanded, pushing up his shirt. He ripped it off over his head while I went to work on his belt buckle. What a team effort. The bulge beneath his jeans looked so damn tempting, it made my mouth water. I slid my hand over it, pressing against the hard length of him, stroking him with my palm.

“Fuck,” he said, covering my hand with his own, making me work him harder.

His other hand covered the front of my neck as if he were gently collaring me, thumb grazing my skin. Again and again, he pressed his lips to my mouth. Such sweet kisses, I couldn’t get enough of them. I chased his mouth, trying to keep contact for longer. The asshole just smiled.

Butterflies didn’t cover it. There were pterodactyls inside my stomach, swooping and screeching and flying around. Not even they, however, could compete with the throbbing ache in my pussy.

“We need less clothes,” I said, voice shaking. Damn it.

“Yeah.”

With one final kiss he let me go and the race was on. He tore open the button on my pants, wrenched down the zip. All the while my blood beat hard, pushing us to go faster, to get him into me quicker. It required more balance than I possessed to toe off my shoes. I clung to his thick shoulders before I hit the floor.

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