Torrid Little Passion (Lake State University) A friends-to-lovers romance by Rachael Brownell ➱ New Release Tour
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I’ve wanted her since the moment I first saw her. She was wearing sweatpants and a baggy shirt. Her hair was tucked under a knit cap, her hands wrapped around a large to-go cup of steaming coffee.
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I've never made a move so bold in my entire life. But I can't stop myself. I don't want to.
Two words.
Kiss me.
They changed everything.
Brady doesn't hesitate to pull me closer, his arms wrapping tightly around my waist. My body pressed against his. I can feel the bulge in his jeans against my lower abdomen. We stay like this for a moment. Holding each other. Knowing that if we cross the lines of friendship, there won't be any turning back.
Not for me at least.
When he leans in slowly, stopping a breath away from my lips, I let out a stuttered breath, mentally preparing for the feel of his lips against mine. Anticipating what it will be like to kiss Brady.
Will he be gentle or demanding? Will our kiss be slow and sensual, or will I find myself clawing at him for more?
I'm still contemplating when his nose caresses the side of mine, his lips grazing where I want them most. When I dart my tongue out to wet my lips, he presses forward, slipping his tongue inside my mouth.
Time seems to stop as Brady controls the kiss, his hands coming up to hold my face as he devours me. My arms go slack around his neck, slipping down. He takes my hands in his, pressing them against his chest. I can feel the erratic beat of his heart beneath my palm. His other hand tangles in my hair.
Single best kiss of my life. It was all-consuming. The world around us faded away as Brady held me captive, taking what he wanted and giving me a part of him in return.
In the middle of the hot August afternoon. On the street, where anyone could see us.
When his kisses finally slow, his lips barely grazing mine, I open my eyes. Brady stares down at me, a hint of mischief in his smile.
"Is that what you wanted?" Smart-ass. He's so full of himself sometimes. I'm not sure how I'd forgotten that little detail about him.
"It was okay." I pull out of his grasp, turning my back to him as I fit the helmet to my head, tightening the strap the way he showed me earlier. When I lift the bag to slip it on my shoulders, he tugs it out of my hands.
"Okay? That's all you have to say about it?"
Rolling my eyes, I glance over my shoulder at Brady to find a look of disbelief blanketing his features.
"Fine. It was better than okay. I just didn't think you needed the ego boost."
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