Chapters (48)
- Cover
- PRAISE FOR ALEXA MARTIN’S PLAYBOOK SERIES
- Titles by Alexa Martin
- Dedication
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- Thirty-eight
- Epilogue
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- About the Author
- What’s next onyour reading list?
I might’ve been drunk that last time we did this, but I was not wrong when I remembered how lush his mouth was.
The kiss starts out gentle. As though we are both waiting for the other person to say what a terrible idea this is and put a stop to it. Thank god, neither of us does.
His full, soft lips drop feather-light kisses onto my mouth. They are so sweet, I feel a pang in my chest. I twist in his lap, bringing my legs around so that I’m straddling him. I don’t know if this will ever happen again, so while I have it, I’m taking it. All of it.
I link my hands behind his head, holding onto this ride for dear life and he seems to take that as a hint that I want more.
And how right he is.
His giant hands take up almost my entire back and pull me into him, pushing my chest into his and his mouth onto mine. Long gone are the gentle kisses. His tongue darts out, licking the crease of my lips and then takes advantage when my mouth instinctively falls open.
His firm tongue takes over. Dancing with mine as we explore this thing I’ve been wanting for so long. I let him take over as my hips grind against his. I’m at the mercy of his mouth. When he takes my lip between his teeth, letting it go ever so slowly as he tugs my ponytail, I think I might explode.
“Holy shit.” I’m panting as though I’ve just finished sprinting. “I was not expecting that.”
It was actually the last thing I ever expected to happen tonight. Which is why I’m sitting on his lap in leggings, a sweatshirt, and not a drop of makeup.
“It’s all I’ve thought about since you kissed me in my car.” There’s a huskiness in his voice that would tell me just how affected he was by our kiss . . . if the bulge in his pants hadn’t already clued me in. “Probably longer if I’m honest.”
“What? You’re such a liar.” I lean back. I want to stay in this lust-filled bubble we’re in, but I also know that’s total bullshit and I can’t not call him on his shit . . . no matter how good of a kisser he is. “The first time we met, you told me I wasn’t your type. And you’re the one who stopped the kiss last time!”