Page 11 of The Way We Collide

He’s a tight end. He has a tight end. The thought almost makes me want to snort, but I hold it back.

“You have a little sister?” His voice is deep and smooth as silk.

My eyes are fixed on his full lips, and I wonder what it will feel like to kiss them. I’m fascinated by that tiny white scar. I want to slide my tongue along it.

“Yeah, Amelia.”

His brow quirks. “Another pageant girl?”

“No, thank goodness.” I walk over to the granite-topped bar lining the edge of the kitchenette. “She managed to escape that nightmare. She’s a business major at Emory.”

He’s standing beside me, and he’s so tall. At five-foot-five, I’m not exactly short, but with my heels off, my face only reaches the top of his chest.

Turning, I look up at him. “I didn’t realize you were so tall.”

“Six-two.” He puts his hands on the bar and steps one foot back so his face is lower. “Better?”

It’s what he did at the reception when he said he wanted to devour every inch of me. My chest squeezes, and I’m breathing fast again.

“Yes.” I lift my hands to his shoulders, leaning closer. “You smell really good.”

He turns his face so his lips brush the top of my ear. “So do you.”

Tracing my hands along his unbuttoned shirt, my body trembles when I see his chest and stomach. “It’s like you’re airbrushed.”

He leans back, meeting my gaze. “What?”

“I forgot you don’t watch movies. It’s a line…”

I want to get back to our banter. I’m more confident when we’re joking around—like we did all the way down the aisle and all the way through the reception.

Dropping his lips to my ear, he whispers, “What’s wrong?”

My face flames with heat. “I’ve never done this before.” Confusion fills his eyes, and I realize at once what he’s thinking. “I mean, I’ve doneitbefore. Of course, I’ve doneit. I’m over thirty.”

“And byit, you mean…”

“I’m not a virgin.”

“Glad to hear it.” The smile that curls his sexy mouth is pure amusement, and he glances to the side like he’s telling me a secret. “I’m not either.”

I really do snort that time, and my eyes widen. His dance, and it’s better. I’m not sure how he makes me so relaxed, but he does.

“What should we do?” I don’t know why I’m whispering.

“May I kiss you?”

My tongue pops out to wet my bottom lip, and I nod.

Long fingers hold my chin, tilting it higher. His eyes hold mine a moment as he lowers his face, then they close as warm velvet seals my mouth. They open, and I don’t know how, but he pulls my lips with his.

His tongue slides next to mine, and it’s the exact amount of pressure, coaxing and curling. A strong hand is against my lower back, scooping me firmly against his chest, and my pussy clenches when I feel his hard dick against my stomach.

My fingers curl on his shoulders, gripping his shirt and pulling him closer as his mouth continues to ravage mine. I’m doing my best to keep up. He tastes like cinnamon and he smells like warm vanilla and sandalwood.

His body is strong and hard, and my arms straighten then wrap around his neck. I stretch against him like a cat as he wraps his arm around my back, pulling me tighter to him.

I don’t want to stop kissing him. He’s like the air I breathe.

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