Page 10 of Tips and Trysts

Everett lowers his hands. “No,youwere about to kiss me.”

“I wouldnever.”

“Ever,” he insists.

“I would rather die.”

“It would probably kill me.”

“Oh, you’re an asshole,” I snap, narrowing my eyes.

He takes a step toward me. “Kissing you sounds miserable.”

“It’s phenomenal,” I reply, stepping even closer to him and meeting his glare.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Liar,” he spits.

“I never lie.”

“I bet kissing you is average.”

“It’searth shattering.”

“Yeah?Prove it.”

“Go fuck your own face, Everett,” I order before I put my hands on his cheeks and enunciate every syllable in the words, “I havenothingto prove to you.”

Our faces are mere inches apart, and Everett’s eyes travel circuits over my features. His jaw is tight—frustrated.

I snicker. “Besides, if I did kiss you, we both know you wouldn’t be able to handle—”

Right then, he smashes his mouth onto mine in the most graceless way possible. It’s borderline painful and entirely unexpected, but it’s there. It’s happening.

But nothing is as graceless as me springing off the ground to wrap my legs around him.

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Everett’s hands grip mythighs, and his fingertips dig into my flesh while he moves forward. I’m not expecting it when he slams my back against the wall.

I gasp from the pain of contact, and Everett—being the self-serving legacy politician he is—doesn’t miss an opportunity to take what he wants. When my lips part, his tongue presses against mine, opening the kiss. Beer and tequila and lime and mint inundate me, and…

…Everett Logan is, far and away, the best kisser I’ve ever encountered.

His motions are shameless, nothing short of filthy, and the moment he sucks on the tip of my tongue, I actually feel the astonishment leave my body and reshape into raw, uncontainable lust.

We battle for the air in each other’s lungs, hands roaming freely. Mine find his hair, tugging it the way I’ve always wanted to, dismantling his perfect rich boy package. Conversely, his hands slide under the hem of my tight skirt, cupping my ass andspreading the width of his big hands across my tingling, bare skin.

But I’d never let him outdo me. If he’s touching my skin, I have to touch his too. I grab a fistful of his t-shirt, baring his ridged abdomen.

Before I can get my hands on him, his mouth breaks from mine and slides down my neck, latching onto a spot below the corner of my jaw. He suckshard, and I can almost feel color rising to the surface of my skin as he breaks blood vessels and imprints a hickey on me.

I grab his face, and we’re both panting and teetering on the precipice of abandon. He blinks. I frown. An amused grin cracks his focused expression, and he wets his lips before murmuring, “You could turn me into a fucking mess, couldn’t you? Do you feel like destroying me?”

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