Page 15 of The Bachelor


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He stayed still for what felt like an excruciatingly long time, and then he set down his drink and used his arms to lift himself off the couch. Placing a knee on the cushion between us, he moved toward me.

It happened so fast that I didn’t have time to react.

To think.

To process what he was actually doing.

But he gripped my cheek, aiming my face toward his, and leaned my back into the couch, moving on top of me.

Muscles I’d seen and known he had but never touched were now pressed into me.

His scent completely enveloping me.

A combination that was setting me on fire.

As he hovered above me, his stare was animalistic, his thumb running over my top lip and then my bottom. His face was a foot away, but he closed that distance, and as I drew in air, I anticipated our lips to lock.

But they didn’t.

He brushed his beard across my neck.

The feeling was rough.

Almost painful.

But there was something else, this pleasure that I hadn’t expected.

When I felt it again, this time on my cheek, my lips parted, and a moan escaped from between them. My back arched so deeply into the cushions that my chest aligned with his as he worked his way to the other side, dragging his whiskers. The feel of his hand, the strength of his fingers, the way his flesh rubbed into mine were scorching.

Until it all stopped.

And his lips were above me, and we were only breaths apart.

I waited.

I inhaled.

I felt my eyes close.

And when he finally kissed me, it wasn’t an embrace that was soft and tender even though he’d told me it wouldn’t be.

It was as coarse as his beard.

As ravenous as his grip.

As powerful as the cars I could hear on the road outside my apartment.

The moment he pulled away, he scanned my eyes while he licked me off his lips.

I wanted to know what he was looking for.

I wanted to know what he saw.

I wanted to know how I tasted.

Just as I was about to ask, I heard, “We have a deal.”

FOUR

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