Page 4 of Mr. July

My cheeks heated. His tongue? His mouth met mine before I could protest or distract him or really think. His lips moved slowly across my mouth before his tongue took a full sweep inside. Lordy. My knees threatened to buckle.

Jake deepened the kiss. Our bodies pressed together so tight it had to look dirty to all of the chattering groups of people who surrounded us. All thoughts of how annoying Lewis was and how he was borderline harassing me flew out the window.

My gosh, I’ve never been kissed quite like this in my whole twenty-seven years on this planet.

Jake withdrew his mouth from mine. His eyes were heated, and once again, it was like he was conveying all of these thoughts to me—mainly I-want-to-take-you-home-and-give-you-the-best-night-of-your-life thoughts.

I wouldn’t say no.

“Remember when I kissed you like that, Liberty? It was when I took you to Salina’s Diner and—”

“I remember.” I shuddered at the memory of the awkward, slobbery kiss. But it didn’t make the memory or the feeling of what Jake had just done to me go away in the slightest.

“Look, dude. You and Liberty are done. I was being fucking nice before, but now, you’re being a prick. Liberty is not interested in you. She and I are a solid couple.” Jake held up his fist. “Now, one more word, and this is going in your nose.”

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