Page 11 of The Rules Of Attraction
Lost in the kiss, lost in the moment.
Angels on sex had worked on me like a drug, but kissing Alex wiped Tom and Becca clean from my mind.
Kissing him cleansed everything from my mind and I had to struggle to recall who I was and where I was.
His hands slid around to the back of my head to bring me closer. I allowed myself the privilege of running my own fingers up his jaw, feeling the stubble of a beard on his chin. Feeling him and enjoying the softness and teasing of his lips on mine.
When we broke apart my lips burned feeling ravished from the desire filled way that we kissed. And I wanted more.
I couldn’t believe I could feel this way after a kiss.
“Come home with me.” He whispered against my lips.
It was only then that my sense of awareness returned.
“What?” Shock heated up my cheeks.
“Come home with me,” he repeated with that sexy smile.
That would be crazy. Completely insane, and it could be dangerous.
“I can’t.” I shook my head. Yes, I wanted carefree, but this was several levels ahead of carefree. “I don’t know you.”
“We can fix that problem.” He smiled and stopped my next words with another kiss equally as fiery as the first.
I melted against him, allowing him to devour my mouth. “Come home with me, angel.” Came his words again.
“We just met.” My voice came out breathy as if I’d been running a marathon.
“I’m not a serial killer or some kind of creep. I’m just a guy interested in you.”
Alex looked me over with true seduction and my heart fluttered in response, heating up from the sexual fire that consumed it. The smoldering fire I saw in his eyes captured me and I was powerless to resist.
Could I really do this?
Go home with him?
I needed a moment to evaluate this. Alex was hot, hot like hell, but that was as much as I knew.
Going home with him would just lead to one thing.
A one night stand.
I didn’t do things like that, or hook up with gorgeous men in a club and go home with them .
“I can’t. This is crazy.”
“Why is it crazy?” He chuckled.
“We just met,” I was twenty eight years old, met Tom in high school and had all my firsts with him. I hadn’t as much as kissed another man in the year that I’d been single so how was I supposed to go off with a man I’d just met?
“What does that matter? I think we both know what we want.” That fire appeared in his eyes again.
I was a little embarrassed that I seemed that transparent so I resumed my former play. “Anything could happen to me.”
“Take out your phone and find the number for the person you’d call if you were in danger.”
I widened my eyes at him. He was actually being serious?
