Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
You can’t make a move.
You can’t make a move.
You can’t make a move.
“What?” she whispers against my cheek, and I’m mortified that I said that out loud. I pull back, only to be pulled into her eyes.
I press my forehead to hers once more. “Nothing,” I somehow get out, not even recognizing my voice.
“No, I heard you,” she says, her eyes searching mine. “Why can’t you?”
My heart jumps into my throat before falling back into place and pounding so loudly, I’m sure I can hear it over the music. Our eyes are locked, our breathing synced before I lick my lips and say, “Kenni.”
Just her name, because that’s all I get out.
“Do it,” she challenges, her eyes full of desire and mischief. “Make a move.”
Fuck. Me.
I search her eyes, trying to find something to stop me, but there is nothing. I know I wanted this moment to myself, but I can’t resist. Not when she’s looking at me with those fuck-me-stupid eyes. Not when each breath she draws has her perfect tits brushing against my chest. Not when all I can think about are her lips on mine and her body in my arms.
Mine.
She’s fucking mine.
I move my hand to her ass, pressing down so her hips are flush with mine and she can feel every inch of me. My fingers dance along the back of her thigh as I tilt my head to take her mouth with mine, but I wait, needing her to tell me no. Instead, she lets out a little whimper, and the need is written all over her gorgeous face.
She wants me to make the move.
So, I do.
I slant my lips over Kenni’s, and I take what I’ve been craving for years.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-EIGHT
Kenni
He made the move.
Dean’s lips are on mine, and I wait for the wrongness to set in.
It doesn’t.
All I feel is heat.
His kiss feels like opening a locked vault with shaking hands, except instead of finding gold bars, I discover lust, need, heartbreak, and every what-if I swallowed since I last asked him to kiss me.
It isn’t sweet.
It isn’t slow.
It is a fucking crash, like slamming into the wall of a dream I’d pretended I didn’t still have. My mouth recognizes his like muscle memory. And my soul? My soul is already halfway undressed and begging for more. I don’t care if this ends in tears, therapy, or Fireball; I just know I won’t pull away first.
I can’t.
He tangles his fingers in the back of my hair, and I slide my tongue along the seam of his lips. If he breaks this off to run away, I swear I’ll trip his ass. But he opens for me with a moan that I feel down in my fucking bones. Our tongues touch, and I taste the beer he’s been sipping on. Usually, it’d turn me off since I don’t like the taste of beer, but nothing about Dean Moore turns me off. I arch my hips into his, his cock long and hard against my stomach, and when I’m rewarded with a throaty moan, I smile against his lips.
Dean’s lips curve along mine, and when I open my eyes, his are all hooded and dark, locked on mine.
“Happy?” I ask breathlessly, my lips brushing his.
“Beyond,” he admits, his mouth warm against mine and sending heat straight between my legs.
Our noses touch, and I need more. I run my tongue along his bottom lip, and he slides his hand down my ass, pressing me harder into him. “Behave.”
“No.” I hold his gaze. “I want more.”
The noise that leaves his lips is somewhere between a chuckle and a moan, and I am here for it. He moves his lips to my ear, pressing a kiss to my lobe. “Jesus Christ, darlin’, you trying to kill me?”
“I want you,” I say, and I can’t even blame the Fireball.
Nope, I’m fully drunk on everything Dean Moore.
His voice is strained as he looks around. “I don’t see Sadie or Missy. Think you can meet me in the truck? I gotta pay the tab.”
Yes. God yes, this is happening.
“So, you want me too?”
His hips jerk into mine, and while I can feel his arousal, I need to hear it from his lips. He leans back to look at me, need and lustful torment on his face. His eyes search mine, the blue so dark it reminds me of the storm before the crash of thunder. He bites the corner of his mouth, giving me a gorgeous lopsided grin before he tells me, “There hasn’t been a moment in my adult life when I haven’t wanted you, KenniLeigh.”
His words have me burning from the inside out. I stroke my fingers along his jaw and then over his mustache. He leans into my hand, his fingers at my neck and along the seam of my ass tighten at my touch. I’m breathless, but I know he hears me as I say, “Take me home.”