Page 20 of Breakaway Daddies

My pulse hammers relentlessly in my throat, and suddenly, every detail of the room seems amplified, its warmth, its weight, the palpable sense of anticipation hanging thick in the air.

His lips meet mine, a gentle and warm touch, tentative at first. But then he deepens the kiss, and I feel myself getting wetter by the millisecond.

His hand glides to my jaw with a tender touch, angling my face upward, and instinctively, I part my lips, inviting him in.

The kiss is intoxicating, far more intense than anything I had imagined. I surrender to it, losing myself completely for a moment. My fingers clutch his shirt desperately, and his hand keeps me still, holding me close to him.

When we finally break apart, the silence that follows is overwhelming, almost deafening in its intensity. I blink, dazed and breathless, my breaths coming in uneven gasps.

Rowan licks his lips, his gaze flickering to mine, then quickly darting away.

“Well, damn,” Thomas mutters, breaking the silence with disbelief. “That was not the reaction I was expecting.”

Bruno exhales deeply, shaking his head with a hint of regret. “Yeah. “

I lean back, running a hand through my hair in an attempt to steady myself. My pulse continues its rapid beat, and my lips tingle persistently.

That’s not just a game.

That’s something else entirely—something profound and utterly unexpected.

And I want more of it.

CHAPTERSIX

Bruno

I watchas Rowan leans in toward Jinx, his eyes half-closed, and presses his lips against hers.

The kiss starts gentle, just a tentative peck, but Rowan pulls her in deeper, holding her there and taking her lips into his own over and over.

Damn, that’s intense. Too intense.

I shift uncomfortably, trying to silence the pang of jealousy twisting like a knife in my gut.

I want to be the one kissing her.

Before I can linger on that thought, Jinx pulls away from Rowan, her cheeks flushed a rosy pink, her lips swollen and glistening.

Just as I expect her to brush it off with a laugh, Thomas steps forward, his eyes locked onto hers with a mix of anticipation and desire.

And she lets him.

Their mouths collide in a hungry, urgent kiss, tongues dancing, and I feel every muscle in my body go rigid. Jesus. This is really happening.

It’s supposed to be playful, just a game, but I’m not oblivious—I notice the way her body leans into his, how Thomas’s hands grip her waist with a possessiveness he’s been longing to show.

She pulls back from him, her breath coming in shallow, rapid bursts, and then she turns to me.

I freeze as she draws near, her lips hovering mere inches from mine, the warmth of her breath ghosting over my skin. My pulse hammers like a frantic drumbeat.

Before I can process it, she kisses me—timidly at first, her lips just barely brushing mine, testing the waters. But then she retreats slightly, tilts her head, and peers directly into my eyes.

“You okay?”

I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry, and manage a nod. “Yeah… Just never done this before.”

Rowan chuckles, reclining lazily on the plush couch, a mischievous smirk across his face. “Well, we have. It’s a lot of fun.”

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