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She threw up her arm. “Great. You’re already sorry about the whole mess. Well, unless you run after my mother and stop her from telling another soul, everyone in Alisson will know we’re a couple before night falls.”
“So you like my kisses? Toe-curling, you call them.”
Brooked opened and closed her mouth a few times before she could string words together. “That’s all you got, from everything else I’ve said?”
He approached her slowly. “You haven’t answered my question. You liked my kisses?” By the time he’d finished speaking, they were toe to toe.
She rolled her eyes. “Seriously? We have things to discuss, a contract to sign... Where is the contract, by the way?”
“I’ll answer your question when you answer mine.”
She threw both her hands in the air. “Yes, damn it, I liked your kisses. I dreamed about your kisses. Hap—?”
His mouth was on hers before she could finish speaking. His lips were warm and urgent. Within seconds, a wild torrent of passion nearly lifted her off her feet. In a desperate attempt to stay upright, she grabbed hold of his arms, but that was a mistake. Beneath her fingers, hard muscles rippled, making her already heated blood nearly boiling hot.
She shouldn’t be doing this. Kissing Gavin Wilson was such a bad idea. Enjoying Gavin Wilson’s kissing was an even worse one, but how did she stop this when it felt so incredibly right? Right?
Whoa.
With superhuman effort, she pulled back. They were both panting.
Quickly, she moved away and turned her back on Gavin. “That... I told you that can’t happen again!” She had difficulty getting the words out.
For long minutes, all she could hear was his heavy breathing. Or was it hers?
“Can I tell you what I think of your so-called contract?”
She turned to face him again. “You were the one who thought faking a relationship was a good idea. I agreed, but with conditions—”
He swore. Her eyes widened. She’d never heard him swear before.
Slowly, he advanced while pulling something out of the pocket of his jeans. It was the contract. He ripped it in four pieces. “This is what I think of you so-called contract. We’re both adults. We’re both single. Neither one of us wants this relationship to last more than a few weeks. But I can’t touch you and not kiss you, as your contracted stipulated. And you see, babe, I am going to touch you. I want to touch you. When I’m around you, that’s all I can think of. Not sure how much clearer I can make myself.”
He was pulling her closer. Desperately, she tried to remember all the reasons why she shouldn’t be doing this. “I’ve been married already...”
“Do you think I don’t know that? You’ve been with someone else, not something I like to think about. But this here, is us. And I’m the one holding you, I’m the one kissing you, don’t forget that.” His mouth claimed hers again, wiping out all objections.
Within seconds, a whirlwind picked her up again, and she spun out of control. She grabbed onto Gavin’s shirt in an effort to steady herself, but the warmth of his body penetrated her skin through the T-shirt he was wearing, and her heart simply took over the workings of her brain. She happily leaned into the kiss.
There was no way she could ever mistake his kisses with anyone else’s.
––––––––
The hysterical voice, trying to warn him to stop, finally penetrated the haze of lust that had Gavin reeling. Out of breath, he lifted his head. He didn’t remember doing it, but his hands had found their way underneath Brooke’s top and were caressing satiny skin.
Brooke’s blue eyes were nearly black with desire.
“Damn, babe, you’re killing me,” he murmured, resting his forehead against hers.
“I had a contract...”
He swore again. “No contract, signed or otherwise, will keep me from wanting to kiss you, to touch you, damn it.”
She pulled herself out of his arms and began pacing. Her hair had slipped out of the ponytail again, her face was still slightly flushed, her lips swollen from his kisses. He pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans. Everything inside him was urging him to pick her up, carry her upstairs, and make love to her until neither of them could see straight.
But if he did that, he wouldn’t be able to let her go. Ever. And that wasn’t something that could happen, was it?
Brooke was frantically looking around her. “Where is my phone? I have to stop my mom from telling everyone else...”
