Page 54 of Breakaway Goal

Raw desire detonates behind my chest. My arms curl tighter around her, pressing her close. The feeling of her curves against me only makes my fantasy more vivid. My groin tightens, my cock twitching with pure lust.

Giving Maddie what she’s asking for would be no act of charity, that’s for damn sure.

But maybe that’s exactly why I should say no.

It’s a fucking tug-of-war in my head and in my heart, and I don’t know which side is right. All I know is which side Iwantto win.

Maddie reaches up and rests her hand on my cheek. Her soft, warm fingers against the stubbled-coated outline of my jaw feel so good I could die.

“Show me,” she says, her breath a charged whisper. “Show me I’m not wrong. Show me that my first kiss would have felt the way it was supposed to feel if it was with you.”

That’s it. The side of my desire wins the tug-of-war hands down, sending my better judgment careening out of sight.

This could be the biggest mistake of my life, but I don’t care.

I pull Maddie close to me, capture her chin in my right hand to tilt her head back, and lower my lips to hers. A thrill shoots through me as I close my eyes and melt into the kiss I’ve been dreaming of my whole damn life.

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MADDIE

Rhys’s lips feather onto mine, and every nerve ending from head to toe lights up.

I was right. This is exactly what a kiss is supposed to feel like.

The sensation of Rhys’s lips pressing against my own proves that every song, every poem, every novel that glorifies the idea of a kiss wasn’t lying. They weren’t talking about something idealized or imagined, something that can never be truly experienced in the real world—because I’m experiencing it right now.

Kissing Rhys Callahan is even more than everything I ever dreamed it would be.

The air crackles around us as his mouth moves against mine. He starts slow, tentative, restrained. His lips caress me languidly. Pleasure skitters through me as the sensitive skin of my inner lip slides against the plush, soft smoothness of his.

He’s so close to me it’s overwhelming. Our noses nudge together, the intimacy of the contact sparking an emotional thrill, somehow sharp and soft at the same time.

When I pull in a breath, it’s suffused with his scent. It’s a sandalwood smell that’s clean and smooth, but with a musky, masculine undertone.

Rhys angles his mouth, deepening our kiss. Now my senses aren’t just flooded with his scent, but with his taste as well. Raw desire roars to life inside me.

Heat gathers between my thighs, a knot of hot tension coiling and pulsing deep in my core. My heart flutters, my stomach flips, and it feels like my whole center is a warm, liquid throb.

I press closer against him, and I feel the hard outline of his erection.

I suck in a gasp through our kiss.

He’s so big, so hard, even through our layers of clothes. Sheer want like I’ve never felt before ripples through me.

Rhys’s rough, strong hand grips the side of my neck. The pad of his thumb scrapes the sensitive area underneath my ear. My nipples go taut underneath my sweater. When Rhys makes the smallest of motions, the friction against the sharp points sends a new wave of pleasure washing over me.

Rhys groans with satisfaction into my mouth, and I reply with a soft moan.

His tongue sweeps across the seam of my mouth, and I open for him. His tongue darts past my lips, slanting against mine. His fingertips press into the back of my neck and he pulls me closer, his tongue prodding greedily into me, his kiss turning rougher. I spear my hands into his soft, thick hair, gladly meeting his force.

I’m drowning in overwhelming sensation. I can’t even believe how good it feels to kiss Rhys; to be kissedbyhim. If this feels so good, how good is everything else with him going to feel? A delicious ache pulses at the height of my thighs.

He pulls back, and when my eyes open, my breath catches in my throat.

Rhys Callahan post-kiss is like a sex dream come to life.

His hair is messy from where I grabbed it, his lips are swollen, his gaze is hooded, and the lines and angles of his expression are sharpened with intensity as his eyes tether to mine.

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