Page 46 of Great Pretender
“Yes.”
“I had no idea you’d still get followed around like this.”
“They’re just hungry for a story.It’s like you said. They want to fan the flames for as long as they can.I think today’s article might have turned everyone’s eye toward us.”
“Everybody’s interested to see how I’ll tame the bad boy,” I joke.
“Maybe we should show them how you plan to do that.” We stop walking, and he steadies me.“I think I should kiss you.”
My lips part and I try to steady my racing heart.
Kiss.
I’ve been preparing my mind for this.
Kiss.Just like we did before.Except not like that. That was a test, but it was real.This is part of a show of pretense.It’s fake, just like we are.
Fake.Not real. I just have to pretend it’s real.This should be easy.
So, why is my heart pounding a million miles an hour?Why does it feel like it’s going to beat right out of my chest?
I pull in a breath and try to slow my breathing in hopes my heart will follow suit.
“Yeah, that would be a good idea.Especially if we have an audience.”
“You ready?”
Am I ready to feel his lips on mine like before?
Am I ready to feel my body come alive in ways I never imagined and haven’t experienced since that night so long ago?
Am I ready for him?
No…
“Yes,” I hear myself say, and when he cups my face, that’s it.Every thought fades from my mind, and the feel of his fingers brushing over my skin sends a shiver of delight racing through me.
When he leans closer, I move to him too, and when his lips brush mine, every cell in my body awakens.Something inside me unlocks, and my nerves charge with heat.
There have been very few experiences in my life I can call exhilarating.This is one of them. And it’s just a kiss.
A kiss that sets my soul aflame, and I wonder what the hell I’ve been doing all these years without his lips on mine claiming me the way they are now.His hands smooth up into my hair, and he angles my face so he can deepen the kiss.The flick of his tongue against mine when my lips part makes my knees tremble like they’re going to turn to water;I have to press my hands on his chest to keep myself from falling over.
Bad idea…
The rock-hard muscle beneath my fingertips makes my mouth water, and the urge to run my hands all over his well-muscled, powerfully-built body makes my pussy clench.I already know I’m wet just from thinking aboutit.
The flash of a camera cuts into the moment, and we both pull apart to see another man I hadn’t seen before, almost right next to us takingpictures.He takes one more then runsaway.
It would be almost comical if it were actuallyfunny.
The man across the street I noticed earlier takes a picture from where he stands and walksaway.I was right—he was one ofthem.
When I look back at Chad, he seems to gatherhimself.
My gaze flicks between his eyes and his lips as I crave himagain.
“Well, I guess they got what theyneeded.Now, people will definitely start talking,” he states with a smile as if the kiss were a mereformality.
