Page 40 of Bossy Trouble

“You’re issuing a dare.” He rose slowly until he towered over me, and it was his turn to put his hand on the desk, right over mine. He leaned down, and this time his breath was on my lips. “Do you know what happens when you poke a shark, Georgia?”

I didn’t answer, too busy trying to control my heart rate. It was racing in my chest, and two rival urges were battling within me, the urge to run far away and the equally potent urge to get even closer.Finally, excitement whispered inside me, thrumming low in my belly.Finally.

“Do you know what you get when you poke a shark, Georgia?” he rephrased right before his eyes dropped to my lips.

“What?” I was suddenly aware of how my lips looked and how they moved.

Donovan leaned down even further to whisper in my ear, “Sharks like it when you poke us. Because all we smell is blood.”

And with that, he kissed me.

I lost my mind for a second. Or perhaps longer than that. Time lost all meaning at that point because I was drowning in sensations far too profound to describe.

It all happened so fast.

His tongue invaded my mouth, expertly tangling with mine while his hand went up my leg and immediately searched, finding my center with his skilled fingers before he frantically ripped off my panties. I gasped, and he groaned when he found my center already wet for him. He strummed my clit once, and my back arched.

Warning bells blared in my head.I can’t do this. I can’t do this.

“No,” I murmured. “I can’t do this.”

“Jesus, Georgia, I’m ready to beg.”

“Your girlfriend—”

“Is not my girlfriend,” he said. “Not anymore.”

I pulled back and looked into his eyes. There were dark and fathomless, but I could see the honesty in them.

And just like that. I was out of excuses. He kissed me again, and this time, I didn’t protest.

16

DONOVAN

Kissing Georgia now felt like going back in time and being thrown forward at the same time.

The taste of her lips grounded me in nostalgia as it all came rushing back, the feeling that I tried so hard to suppress, the one that drove me from her in the first place.

The first time I wanted to kiss her was on the day she wrestled her diary from me. She’d looked so sexy—with her hair a crazy mass around her face and her eyes flashing in anger—that I got the sudden maddening urge to take her lips into mine. I didn’t give in to it, of course, for several reasons. Even then, I think I got the sense that kissing her would wreak havoc on my system.

And I was right.

I always knew fucking around with Georgia could get addictive. It was why I tried not to start in the first place, pushing her away for years, trying not to be her friend. And then, eventually, I thought I could handle us occasionally talking without the increasing sexual tension. I was wrong.So wrong.

One incredible night, she’d come to my room to see her brother, and Garrett wasn’t there. We hung out alone for a while, and then I finally gave in and got a taste. And it completely wrecked me. Kissing her opened my eyes to a passion I had never had before, an overwhelming lust I couldn’t believe. I knew it could mess up my friendship with Garrett, but I didn’t care. That night, I couldn’t help myself. And then I kept coming back for more, despite swearing to myself that I wouldn’t, that each time would be the last time.

But there was never a ‘last time.’ I couldn’t quit her.

I felt her taste now like a drug, melting on my tongue and taking over my mind. Her lips were an aphrodisiac, her tropical scent going straight to my cock. Urgent need beat at me, and anything that wasn’t the hunger in my gut fell to the wayside. Sex had never been like this for me before. It was usually something fun, something to release energy, not this all-consuming thing that made me feel like I was drowning. That made me not want to come back up.

Only with Georgia.

“Shit, I can’t get enough.” I tore my mouth away from hers and kissed down her neck. “I can never get enough.”

I reached the nape of her neck, where her pulse was beating hard enough to escape. I smiled, even though my cock was now so hard that it hurt. Georgia’s eyes were shut, squeezing tight as my hand skimmed over her slit. I could see her trembling in her shoulder and felt her knees nearly buckle when I poked her clit ever so slightly.

I wanted to get inside her as fast as possible, but I calmed myself against the initial rush.

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