Page 59 of False Start

The tip of my nose skimmed hers before she tilted her head up. Her tongue wetted her lips, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I leaned forward, covering her lips with mine. A sizzle of electricity ran through my body as I wrapped my free hand around her waist, pulling her body closer. Her fingers ran overmy chest, fisting my shirt. Her lips parted, and my tongue flicked over hers.

She broke the kiss. Her bottom lip shuddered as her soft brown eyes searched mine.

Fuck.

The kiss was good. Great, even.

I dove back in, dropping my hand from the doorframe to envelop her in my arms. She clung to my chest as I pressed her back against the door, my lips traveling down her neck and back again.

Lust ripped through my body, cock straining at my jeans and head empty of all the reasons I expected this kiss to be a disaster.

Well, it was definitely a disaster. A disaster for this rally. A disaster for whatever budding friendship I had with Kit. Because my lust-filled brain didn’t want Kit for a friend. I wanted her in my bed. I wanted to keep her there, definitely for the night, maybe for days.

But just as quick as I’d restarted the kiss, she ended it. Disentangling her hand from my shirt, she traced her fingertips up my neck, cupping my cheek, forcing our lips apart.

“Sibling energy,” she said, breathless and cheeks red.

I blinked. “What?”

Her throat bobbed as she slowly inhaled and then exhaled. “Ashley had it right. That was…”

Incredible? Fucking hot?

“Um…different.”

My stomach dropped as Kit forced me back with her palm, eyes downturned.

“Well, it’s late.” She cleared her throat, turning toward her door. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

She fumbled with her purse, finally withdrawing the key card and opening her door. Without a second glance, she slipped inside.

NINETEEN

KIT

I shut the door,collapsing against it to prevent me from opening it again. When my breathing steadied, I strode toward the bed, dropping my overnight bag and shaking my arms. My heart raced, and my body buzzed.

Kissing Trent was not supposed to feel like that. Kissing Trent was supposed to feel like kissing a drunk guy at a bar at three A.M. Not great, not even good. Just a sated curiosity. A kiss that ended with a nod and the thought, “Huh, so I guess that’s it?”

That kiss did not sate my curiosity. There was nothing unsurprising about that kiss. There was nothing humdrum.

I wiped my sweaty palms against my jeans and threw myself on the bed, covering my eyes with my arm. A disaster.

This entire trip had been a disaster since the moment I stepped into the hospital, but now? I was on the Titanic of car rallies. The Hindenburg of make out sessions. The Pompeii of barely acquaintances.

A knock at the door jostled me from the bed. I sat up. “Yeah?”

Another knock.

Reluctantly, I walked to the door, checking the peephole before taking a deep breath to regain some sense of composure before opening the door. “Did you lose your key?”

Trent shook his head, cheeks tinged pink. “You said ‘sibling energy,’ right?”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

“That’s what I thought.” He frowned, eyes darting down the hall and back again. “So, definitely nothing?”

I shook my head, biting my tongue so hard I worried I’d break skin.

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