Page 1 of The Kiss Connection

One

Myles

Her blue eyes sparkle and that black and red plaid skirt is positively sinful. She catches me staring and offers me a smile before returning all of her attention to her boyfriend.

Lucky bastard.

At least I assume it’s her boyfriend; he’s stealing her attention at the bar, sitting on the stool beside her. She stands there in that miniskirt with those perfectly shaped legs.

I’ve never been so hard just looking at a woman before, but there’s something about her. The dark raven hair, baby-blue eyes, white blouse that is open and tied at her waist with a hint of a black crop top beneath that has me trying to remember to keep my tongue in my mouth.

“She’s cute.” My brother, Archer, saddles up beside me, noticing me staring at her.

Shit.

If I’m being that obvious, I really need to cool off.

“She’s nothing,” I say, forcing the words out. My mouth is dry; it’s a bar, so there’s an easy fix to that problem, but coming here tonight was not my idea.

90s night.

Who the hell thought that a 90s night theme at Blue Line would be a good idea? This place is known best for serving the Ice Dragons hockey team after a win.

But I can’t fault them for trying something new on a night when we’re not playing a game.

There are several ladies wearing Britney outfits in a few different styles, but the one who caught my gaze, she wears it best.

I never even knew I had a thing for Britney, let alone the schoolgirl look, but holy hell, dress like that and I’d fall right to my knees for that girl.

Not for Britney.

No, for the girl standing by the boyfriend. I’d like to think he’s just some guy she met tonight. She’ll take one look at me, dump him, and saunter over with a purpose. That purpose? She’ll kiss me.

I’d buy her a drink, offer her to dance, maybe even shove her up against the door of her car while I tongue-fuck her if that’s what she’d like, before offering to take her back to my place. I’d do anything she asks of me.

Anything.

Rob a bank. Throw myself into oncoming traffic. Hell, I’d even steal a police cruiser and go on a high-speed chase if it made her pay a lick of attention to me.

Fuck, it’s getting hot in here. I wipe my brow beading with sweat and stalk toward the bar, near her.

I need her to notice me again and pay attention to me.

I’ve never felt so hard up for a girl I haven’t even spoken to yet.

Seriously, never.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Is that what they mean when they say love at first sight? I’m not claiming to be in love; that’s a hard pass. I’m not sure I’ve ever been, but there’s something about her that makes me stare.

I can’t take my gaze off of her.

She’s enchanting, captivating, and I want her to be mine.

“Josh, that’s not funny,” she groans, and I can easily see she’s not happy with her date. She pushes him away. It almost looks playful, but I’m not sure that it entirely is on her part.

That makes me happy. I shouldn’t be basking in her misery. I just don’t want her with that dude. He looks like a gangster with his thick gold chains hanging around his neck.