Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
“It’s impressive,” I say, because it is.
Daisy looks up at me, lips ticking up in a half-smile. She’s waiting for something.
I step closer. The floor creaks, and she tenses for half a second, but she doesn’t move. My hand finds her jaw, thumb tracing the line from ear to chin. Her skin is soft, warm, and she blinks up at me, pupils blown wide.
I can’t resist another second. I just kiss her.
The second our mouths meet, the world drops away. My hand slides from her jaw to the base of her neck, pulling her in. She tips up on her toes, lips opening under mine, and everything gets frantic and hot. Her back hits the brick wall with a soft thud. My other hand anchors on her hip.
She fists her fingers in my shirt, dragging me closer. Her mouth is hungry, matching me beat for beat. The only sound is our breathing and the city below.
I tilt her chin, deepening the kiss. Her tongue brushes mine, and my knees nearly buckle. Fuck. She tastes just like Daisy—clean, sharp, addictive.
Her hands move, fingers sliding up my chest, nails scraping lightly. The sensation is electric, driving every thought from my mind.
I bracket her between my body and the wall, careful not to crowd but needing her close. She’s all curves and heat. I press my fingers in, just enough to feel the flex of her body molded against me.
She kisses with zero hesitation, all-in. Her mouth hungry on mine, tongue sliding against my own, nails scraping my chest through my shirt. Christ. Every inch of me goes tight and desperate, cock hard as granite, blood pounding so hard I almost black out.
Daisy shifts against me, grinding her hips into my thigh, and my self-control unravels. It’s a full-body jolt, a bolt of pure, reckless electricity that lights me up from my skull to my toes. I want to pin her here forever, just to feel the way her whole body bows into mine.
But I don’t move. Not until she gives it to me.
She fists my shirt in both hands and tugs, pulling me harder into her. It’s the kind of invitation I don’t need twice. Our mouths crash together again, her lips parted, breath hot against my tongue. My hands roam now, rougher, greedy, memorizing the curve of her ass, the sharp line of her waist, the impossible realness of her, here, wanton and wild in my arms.
Fuck. I’m so far gone for her it’s not even funny.
I break the kiss for a split second, just to breathe. We both gulp air. Foreheads almost touching. The silence is loaded.
Daisy opens her eyes first. There’s no trace of give or surrender, but something in her is cracked, just a sliver. She holds my gaze, steady, daring me to name what just happened.
I don’t say a word as I spin us, leaning my back against the wall to stay on my feet. I don’t trust myself to get words right.
Her chest moves fast, like she just sprinted across the room. She doesn’t look away. “Wow,” she breathes.
“You can say that again.” I thunk my head back against the wall behind me and drag in big gulps of air, trying to get control.
CHAPTER SIX
DAISY
We’re pressed so close together there’s barely enough room to breathe. I can feel the heat rolling off Harrison’s chest. His breaths break against my lips, all uneven, like he’s fighting not to lose it. That kiss still smolders on my mouth, everywhere he touched me tingling like I stuck my finger in a socket.
My hands don’t know what the hell to do with themselves. I want to touch him again, want him to touch me again, but I’m stuck there, fists curling and uncurling at my sides, practically vibrating with all the things I will never say out loud.
Then I just do it. No thinking. No waiting for permission.
I grab him by the front of his shirt and yank him down to my mouth, hard enough I hear the collar strain.
This time, there is nothing sweet about it.
His lips crash into mine, force meeting force. Everything else in the room blurs out. My free hand finds his chest and presses flat, right over his heart. The muscle jumps under my palm. He goes still for exactly one heartbeat.
Then his hands clamp onto my waist, anchoring me in place. He kisses me back, fierce and hungry, his mouth opening against mine like surrender. For once, he doesn’t try to take the lead. He just matches me, beat for beat, meeting every move with equal heat.
There’s a groan, and I’m not sure if it’s him or me, but my entire body lights up in response.
Clothes and skin and heat, everywhere. We spin again. His shoulders bracket me against the brick. My toes barely touch the creaky floorboards.