Page 81 of Playbook
“I don’t know. It might be too big for that room. I remember the realtor saying something about the third room being smaller than the other two,” he says like his brain didn’t go down the sex rabbit hole that mine did.
I can’t do anything but stare at him. If I speak, there’s no telling what will come out.
“What do you think? Too much?” He takes my silence as boredom. “Yeah, you’re right. Let’s keep looking.”
He starts to walk off, but my feet won’t move. Brogan stops and looks back. “Everything okay?”
Beside the pulsing between my legs, sure.
“Lo?”
He hardly ever calls me by my nickname, always using my full name instead. I never really thought about it until now.
“Are you all right? You look a little flushed.” He closes the distance between us and brings a hand up to cup my cheek. His dark eyes survey my face with such concern.
“I think I want to kiss you again.”
His brows lift and his eyes widen.
“I’m so sorry.” I squeeze my eyes closed. “That’s a terrible idea. We’re not really dating. It would complicate things and…It’s just been a while since I fooled around with anyone and then you kissed me, and wow, you’re a good kisser. My body is on fire. Like literally all I can think about right now is your lips…” I bring a hand to mine and I swear I can still feel the remnants of that first kiss. I realize what I’m doing and drop my hand. Oh my god. I want to disappear into the floor. I just propositioned my fake boyfriend in the furniture store. Does it get any lower than that?
“You know, that first bed wasn’t bad. What’s so wrong with waking up every morning and rolling out?—”
His giant hands frame my face and his thumb sweeps over my bottom lip.“Why the hell are we still talking about beds?”
I all but goaded him into it, but a surprised squeak still escapes from me as his mouth crashes down onto mine. I throw my arms immediately around his neck and press my body against his—things I’ve been wishing I’d done the first time.
The second his lips touch mine I forget why I thought this was such a bad idea. Nothing that feels so good could possibly be wrong. Said every woman about to make a huge mistake.
Brogan kisses me like he’s dying and I’ve drunk the antidote that will save him. He devours me. His tongue sweeps into my mouth and he groans. I’m not sure who pulls the other onto the mattress, but my back hits the soft cushion of the giant four-poster bed, and Brogan pins me in place with one giant thigh thrown over my hips. One hand is behind my lower back and the other is in my hair.
I have died and gone to heaven. No one has ever kissed me like this. I’m not sureI’veever kissed anyone like this. I’m clinging to him and pulling him tighter against me.
“Excuse me?” We’re interrupted by a sales guy who looks like he doesn’t get paid enough to deal with customers like us.
I hide behind Brogan’s shoulder as he rolls off me.
“Sorry, man,” he says, sounding anything but sorry.
“You can’t make out on the beds,” the guy says. “I’m gonna have to ask you and your girlfriend to leave.”
I am mortified.
“Of course.” Brogan stands and gives me a wicked grin as he takes my hand to help me up. “This one wasn’t for us anyway. Too soft. We like a firm mattress. Right, sweetheart?”
I shoot him a murderous look, but he just wraps an arm around me and leadsme out of the store like he isn’t sporting a hard-on and I don’t have sex hair that gives us away.
Brogan’s apartment is only a few blocks from the store. We’re quiet for the drive, but as soon as we get inside, his mouth is back on me and our hands are everywhere. He kisses me while leading me through the quiet space. Both of our shirts are gone and my shorts are undone seconds after we make it to the bedroom.
For the second time today, we fall onto a bed together. This one is in fact much firmer. And it smells like him.
He pulls back a fraction and his dark stare darts from my mouth to my eyes. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
I had the entire drive to reconsider. Maybe it’s the dumbest idea I’ve ever had, but I want to do this. Besides, how much worse could we make it at this point? It’s not like I’m going to forget how good a kisser he is anytime soon. It’s too late. We crossed the line and there’s no going back. I lift my head in invitation and Brogan must decide that’s confirmation enough because he’s kissing me again and I never want him to stop.
My shorts come off next and then his hand slides up and down the curve of my waist as he sucks on my tongue. Long fingers make their way up between the valley of my cleavage and dip under the band of my bra and he flicks open the front clasp.
The cool air hits my pebbled nipples and a rush of warmth floods my lower stomach.
