Page 18 of Nothing Left to Lose

CHAPTER FIVE

MILLER

There wasa look in Brody’s eyes I’d never seen before. A jumbled mix of determination, pain, and desire.

I wasn’t too surprised when he kissed me. We’d talked about it, after all. But I was surprised by the intensity.

I was surprised by how hot it was and how much he seemed to want it.

This was no practice kiss.

I was even more surprised when he slid his tongue into my mouth.

Hot, demanding, deep.

The jolt of desire, of the thrill, shot through every cell in my body. I tingled and melted and groaned like a porn star.

No shame. No turning back either, apparently.

It took me a full couple of seconds to kiss him back, to pull him close, and when I fisted his hair, he grunted and broke the kiss.

We stood there, mouths open and panting, staring at each other, chests heaving.

I wanted to ask him what the fuck that was all about, but I didn’t want to panic him. I didn’t want this to end.

Brody could kiss like a demon.

His lips were swollen and red and wet, his pupils blown. I probably should have said or asked a hundred things, but only one word was on my mind.

“More,” I mumbled, pulling him in for another kiss.

I led this time, my hands finding his hair. I tilted his head so I could deepen the kiss and taste every inch of his tongue. Our bodies pressed together, and I could feel his interest...

Holy shit.

He was getting hard.

This is happening.

This is actually happening.

I was kissing Brody, and he was kissing me right back.

I gripped his hair, then his jaw, his neck. Our tongues fought for dominance, tangling and sweet, and my whole body was singing. Every fiber in me wanted this, wanted him, wanted more.

Without meaning to, without thinking, I walked him backward to the wall. We hit with a thud and broke apart, kinda laughing...

Until reality caught up with him.

He put his hand up, meaningstop. His chest was heaving and he leaned forward to catch his breath, and after a few long seconds, his eyes met mine.

I was waiting for the freakout. For the anger and the outburst. But no. He smiled.

“Well, you sure can kiss,” he panted.

“So can you,” I replied, breathless. “You okay?”

He laughed again, but it sounded a little wilder this time. “Uh, undecided.”

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