Never Been Kissed by Molly O'Keefe

Never Been Kissed by Molly O'Keefe

Author:Molly O'Keefe [O'Keefe, Molly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, Contemporary Women, Humorous
ISBN: 0345549015
Google: 4BiBAgAAQBAJ
Amazon: B00HP3POQK
Publisher: Bantam
Published: 2014-06-30T14:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

She was going to do it again; throw herself at him. Kiss him. It would seem fate had a crazy sense of humor and demanded a repeat performance of the most outrageously humiliating moment of her life.

“No,” she said, pleased that her voice was as firm as it was.

But he didn’t stop, he just kept walking, his broad shoulders passing from the bright bathroom into the dark living room.

“Brody!” She walked after him. If she weren’t so sure, so totally and completely sure that he wanted her as badly as she wanted him, she wouldn’t do this.

But the knowledge was alive in her.

Brody wanted her.

She grabbed his elbow and was immediately caught up in the heat and strength of the man as he turned, put his hands at her hips, and walked her backward till she was pressed against the bathroom door.

It didn’t hurt, none of it hurt, he was so gentle, so controlled.

But barely.

Oh, that shouldn’t be so exciting. But it was. Her body was liquid with excitement. Her breasts ached, between her legs she hurt, she wanted him so badly.

“What do you want?” His hot breath poured over her lips and she wanted to breathe him in, open her mouth and suck him into her body.

“You,” she whispered, her voice shaking because the inferno was burning down her body. “Just you, Brody, please …”

The growl from his throat was the end, she couldn’t take any more, so she stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him. It wasn’t careful or tentative or sweet. It was needy and angry and scared.

She kissed him with her own wild heart. Each emotion that she was scared of or couldn’t figure out or didn’t have room for in her life, she released it from the box and used it against him.

She lifted her fingers to his hair and gathered it into her hands. He groaned and surged forward, pressing her tighter against the door.

Her ribs felt that but she swallowed the pain, because if she let on, he’d stop. And she didn’t want this to stop.

His tongue pushed into her mouth and she let it, she pushed her tongue into his mouth, and there was no way you could tell who was kissing whom. He crouched and lifted her until they were pressed together, hard, from lips to hips and she felt his erection through his jeans and she pushed herself into it. Wanting every part of him touching every part of her. Wanting him inside of her.

Wanting him.

She’d felt empty in her life before, she’d felt the absence of love and sex, but that was nothing compared to the emptiness she felt right now. She felt empty of him. The specific explicitness of it broke her.

He dropped his hand to her ass and she held her breath, feeling his big wide palm over her and waiting to see what he’d do next, wanting whatever it was so badly she nearly climbed up his body like it was a palm tree. She bit his tongue, sucking it hard into her mouth and he squeezed her ass with rough hands.


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