Page 126 of Bossy Romance


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“You’ll make it worse,” Nova warns, her head tilted up to me as if she doesn’t know how to heed her own warning. “If we do this and it falls apart…”

“It won’t.”

“It might.”

“It’s worth the risk,” I answer. The electric spark in the air between us sizzles so loudly I can practically hear it.

“Because we have feelings for each other?”

“Because whether I kiss you or not, you are already mine.”

Her eyes flutter closed just as I brush my lips over her mouth, sealing my devotion.

My Nova.

The woman is impossible. Stubborn. Bossy. Strict. Brusque.

Beautiful.

Overflowing with a thousand feminine charms that are a constant pull of distractions and a seven-year-long test of my restraint.

I should punish her but, instead, I capture her lips with gratitude, thanking her for ruling my thoughts and being my sole focus.

Her mouth softens beneath mine. I coax a low moan from her throat as I tease her, claim her, drag my tongue along the inner seam of her mouth and then nip on her bottom lip just to feel it shudder.

Mine, dammit.

We’ve always fit perfectly—my jagged pieces to hers. My belief in humanity to her jadedness. My imagination to her practicality. Even the way she’s tall enough to fit right in the pocket of my arms is like we were made for each other.

But I’m blown away by how perfectly her lips fall against mine.

I tilt her head back, ready to take the kiss deeper when I hear applause and cheers. Both our eyes pop open at the same time.

There’s a crowd around us.

They’ve got cell phones pointed in our direction and grins on their faces.

I didn’t even realize we were being watched.

Just then, Henry pushes through the crowd, a crest-fallen look on his face. He glances between me and Nova.

“What’s going on between you two? Are you dating?” he demands.

I’m not sure who—between the crowd or Henry—have the worst timing. I did not want to be interrupted while kissing Nova for the first time. How dare they?

I open my mouth to take my frustration out on the kid when Nova makes a weird sound. I glance over and find her cheeks puffed out, her eyes wide and her hand covering her mouth.

“Nova.” I set my hand on her back. Then I fling a hard look at Henry. “How many glasses of wine did she drink?”

“Two!”

I growl at him. “Two? She can’t handle more than one glass.”

“Ugh.” Nova moans.

Henry steps forward. “Nova, are you okay?”

I stop him with a glare. “I’ll handle this.”

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