Broken at Love releases in just over a week, and I thought I'd celebrate by posting a few teasers between now and then! This first one takes place in Chapter 6 - I hope you enjoy it!!
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Our eyes met, passion
burning so hot in his gaze that it lit me on fire. I gasped when his fingers
moved again, brushing the tender skin behind my knee. “It’s your turn again.”
“Did you like
kissing me the other night?”
Oh, God. “Truth?”
Quinn nodded, his
fingers skimming higher, leaving trails of wildfire in their wake. He was
distracting me from the too-personal questions and the fact that he’d refused
to answer most of them. My rational mind knew it but my traitorous body didn’t
care if we’d finished using our mouths for talking the rest of the night.
“Yes.”
The word didn’t
have a chance to fully form before his mouth met mine. The hot saltiness that
clung to his lips tasted as good as the other night, and this time I let myself
enjoy it. When he felt my hesitation dissolve he leaned in, hands sliding all
the way up my dress and gripping my hips, tugging me closer. A whimper escaped
at the demanding feel of his touch and I didn’t even care if he heard it.
My nerve endings
came alive. If he had four or five hands it would have been better, because as
good as they felt on my bare hips, I wanted to feel them everywhere else, too.
As though Quinn
read my mind, one hand made its way up to my neck, tilting my head back and
opening my lips. His tongue slipped against mine, not asking. Taking. My heart
stuttered faster when his breathing quickened, fingers wound tight in the hair
at the back of my neck. Shivers joined the shuddering heat and need wetting my
skin. When his arm pressed against my left breast I managed to free my arms,
winding them around his neck.
We couldn’t get
any closer sitting cross-legged facing each other, and the intensity of my
frustration at that fact knocked some sense back into me. His heart pounded
underneath my palms, matching the thudding in my own ears. Quinn’s lips left
mine bruised and swollen, moving down my neck. He flicked his tongue over my
throbbing pulse in the hollow between my neck and shoulder. If I’d been
standing, my knees would have given out.
“Quinn,” I gasped.
He paused but
didn’t move, so I reached shaking hands to his strong jaw and lifted his face
back to mine. I couldn’t resist pressing my mouth to his one more time, or
sliding my tongue over his bottom lip to remember what he tasted like. Or
taking a quick nip. Too delicious.
“It’s my turn.”
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