Page 59 of Prime Time Romance

Fuck. It’s hard to say no to a crying woman. It’s impossible to say no to a crying Brynn.

“Fine.” My mouth makes the decision without my brain. “One kiss.”

What the hell am I doing?

I have kissed a lot of women, yet I find myself struggling to start.

My fingers graze her cheek and cup her jaw. Her skin is so damn soft. I bring her face to mine until I catch the faint scent of her strawberry shampoo again.

I used it once by accident.

One day, when I was showering, I reached for the wrong bottle. Now every time I eat a strawberry, I subconsciously think about her, and now I wonder what else she’ll ruin for me once I taste her.

I bring my mouth to meet hers. Just a simple press of the lips.

Chocolate.

For some reason, she tastes like chocolate.

And beer. Damn. My two favorite things.

Her lips part, and even though I planned on a quick, chaste kiss, I slide my tongue inside. She makes the softest moan, and any resolve I may have had a moment before is completely gone.

I press closer, cupping the back of her head with my hand, tipping her face back so I can kiss her even more deeply.

Before I realize it, the single kiss turns into two. Then three. Then something else entirely.

I’ve forgotten why this was a bad idea.

Until she pulls away, her eyes wide, as if she’s also processing everything that just happened.

“Whoa.”

“Yeah.” I’m still catching my breath.

She blinks at me. Those fucking lips are all swollen and plump and kissable.

I almost go back.

But then she scoots away, putting space between us. “So, what’s your verdict?”

I have many thoughts.

“No worries there, Brynn. It’s definitely not you.”

17

Brynn

I wake sometime in the night.

Sloan’s bedroom is dark, but I can hear the sound of the ocean waves and feel the soft breeze coming through the window.

The room is quiet, but I get this inkling. This prickling that crawls up my spine and alerts me that someone else is here.

Josh?

No. It can’t be Josh.