Page 4 of His Curvy Secret

My eyes dropped to her plump lips and all I could think about was kissing her.

Inch by inch, I closed the gap between us as I placed my hands on the bed for support, and when our mouths nearly collided, Mila shook her head and leaned further back. “Rowan, I…this…it can’t…”

“I don’t care what Julian thinks.”

“But maybe I do.”

I backed up. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”

“He wouldn’t like this. The last thing I need is complications. My damn life is a complication.” Mila sipped her wine before placing the glass on the the end table next to the bed.

A pit formed in my stomach at the thought of not having her, or kissing her, or having the chance to love her. But I had to respect her space and her decisions. If only I could have one little taste of her…maybe then, I could put this whole situation out of my mind.

“Can I ask one favor before I go?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“May I kiss you one time? It’ll be our little secret.”

“Rowan…”

“Please?”

“Okay, but just one, small little peck on the lips.”

I nodded even though we both knew there was no way I’d only give her a peck.

I’ve wanted to taste her since I saw her walk through the door.

And I wasn’t about to hold back.

CHAPTER THREE

Mila

One kiss wouldn’t hurtanything, right?

I mean, he wasinsanelyattractive.

My brother was absorbed in the game.

And it was only one kiss. One teeny tiny minuscule kiss.

I nodded. No words were needed in this moment between us and anticipation grew quickly. My surroundings floated away, leaving only Rowan, sweet, handsome, sexy as fuck Rowan.

My pussy clenched as his lips came closer and when they finally landed on mine, it was as if I drifted away on a bed made of clouds, no worries or cares left.

The kiss was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. His mouth took me on a sexy journey of exploration as the kiss grew passionate and our tongues collided. His hand snaked down the side of my head and into my hair, wrapping it around his fist possessively.

When he tugged gently, my head fell back, our lips breaking apart, as he exposed my bare neck for him.

“Fuck, Mila…” He growled.

I wanted more, so much more.

So why not take it then? Why not just go for it for once?

It was so much more complicated than that. But wasn’t I sick of complications? Wasn’t it about time I did what I wanted?

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