Casual affairs with women whose appearance is their livelihood and who owe enough in taxes to make me pale.
I am so not in his league. Not even in the same zip code.
I mean, I clean up okay.
But there are levels to social value. And what’s the point of getting your nails done pretty when tomorrow you might be cleaning up puppy barf?
“Well, if that’s the nitty-gritty, I guess we’re done. You should get going before people notice us together,” I say.
“Isn’t that the point now?” Brady’s eyes spark.
Ugh, it is.
“But not until we have a contract in place.” I hold up my hand. “Thanks for the apology, though. And for reassuring me you’re not a pile of tapeworms in a suit.”
Snorting, he looks at the hand I extend, then my face.
His lip curls, feral and sensual in a way that sends shivers down my spine.
Then he steps closer, knocking my hand away, and catches my face in his hands. His palms feel so warm against my cheeks.
But it’s nothing like the hellfire when his lips meet mine.
Holy flaming shit.
For a second, I’m too stunned to react.
I’m not sure Icanreact.
My knees lose their structural integrity as he hits me with high-voltage Brady Pruitt passion.
Blazing breath.
Teeth. Lips. Tongue.
Allhim.
We haven’t signed a thing yet, but he’s looting my mouth.
And there’s no prayer of pointing that out, because his kiss is too searing to stop. His tongue flicks at my bottom lip, and my mouth opens without meaning to.
This man is a master conductor, and right now my body feels like the whole orchestra, singing for him so sweetly, just as he commands.
And oh, this is music.
I’m clinging to him, one hand on his arm and the other fisting his shirt at his waist. Both his hands are still on my face, gentle yet firm as he tilts my head slightly, fitting us together at a better angle.
Fireworks.
Literal fireworks.
My stomach leaps in a way I’ve never experienced. Like I’ve swallowed a whole summer’s worth of butterflies.
Super cheesy. But super real.
Is this what kissing is supposed to feel like?
Or have I just been kissing the wrong men all my life?
