Page 57 of Broken Heart

Skye lowered her chin demurely—or, that’s what I had initially thought—when something darkened in her stare. “I know.”

“What?”

She didn’t immediately respond. She kept her eyes on mine, her chest rising and falling at a pace that matched the pounding of my heart in my chest. “I knew you were going to kiss my cheek.”

“I’m sorry if I overstepped,” I lamented once more.

Skye shook her head. “I don’t need an apology, Cooper. I intended to have you kiss me on the mouth. I didn’t realize I would catch you so off guard or that you might not like it.”

Now it was my turn to stare at her in disbelief. She wanted me to kiss her and made the move so it’d happen, only for me to pull away, thinking I’d crossed a line she hadn’t wanted me to cross.

There was a waist-high table located just inside the front door to Skye’s house. Fully aware that I needed both of my hands to give her a proper first kiss, I set the cupcake container down, turned around, and wasted no time reaching for her.

I tugged Skye toward me, and once we were chest to chest, I framed her face with my hands. My eyes roamed over every inch, as she gripped the material of my shirt at my waist in her hands.

“Cooper,” she whispered. “Please.”

Denial wasn’t an option. Neither was delaying.

Half a second later, I brushed my lips gently against hers. When I heard her whimper almost immediately, I lost control.

My mouth captured hers in a bruising kiss. One of my hands drove into her hair, gripping a fistful at the back of her skull and angling her head. My other hand slid down from her face and around her waist. Her hands flew to my chest, her fingertips pressing in firmly.

I ran my tongue along the seam of her lips, and Skye instantly parted them, granting me access to the warm, wet recesses of her mouth.

As my tongue explored, dueling against the velvety softness of hers, I felt waves of heat, pleasure, and gratitude consuming me. Skye had effortlessly pulled me to her like a magnet from the moment I stepped foot into her bookstore. I’d tried to ignore it, but she was too sweet.

And now that I’d had time with her and finally had gotten a taste of her, there wasn’t a chance I was ever going to let her go.

Her body was soft, pressed tight against mine. Her lips were the same, supple and yielding. Like she knew what I wanted from the start, Skye allowed me to take what I needed from her while giving her everything I wanted her to have.

It was, by and large, the best kiss of my life.

When a moan tore up her throat, the sound shooting straight to my dick, I begrudgingly pulled my mouth from hers.

Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen. Her breaths were shallow, and fuck me, she looked eager for more.

Just as I was about to make that happen by going for another kiss, Skye spoke. “I was… I was hoping that if we had some time alone on Tuesday, we could talk.”

Talk.

Right.

That was probably a wise idea, all things considered.

Maybe she’d taken the time she needed to decide what she wanted in her life and was ready to share that with me. Her actions tonight gave me reason to hope.

“We can do that,” I assured her.

She smiled at me. “I like the way you kiss, Cooper.”

I grinned. “Sweetheart, I love the way you kiss.”

“Maybe after we talk, we can do more of that,” she suggested, a sparkle in her eyes.

My grin grew. “Maybe. If that’s what you want.”

Skye bit her lip and dropped her gaze to the ground. I placed my finger beneath her chin once again and tipped her head back, so she had no choice but to look at me. “I’ll call you tomorrow, Skye.”

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