Page 357 of K.I.N.: Karma Is Near

I didn’t fucking know.

So I kissed him.

The second our mouths touched, Levin froze.

Just for a second.

Like even he hadn’t expected me to actually fucking do it.

Then his hand grabbed my waist.

And that was it.

There wasn’t any easing into shit after that.

He kissed me back hard enough that I stumbled into the island behind me.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I was kissing my husband’s brother.

I pulled away.

Barely.

“Wait.”

Levin stopped.

Immediately.

His hand stayed at my waist, but he didn’t move it.

“Say stop.”

I stared at him.

My chest was rising too fast.

I could still taste him.

I should’ve said it.

One easy fucking word.

Instead I kissed him again.

His hand came around my waist, and the next thing I knew my ass was against the edge of the counter.

He lifted me onto it.

My dress rode up, his hands was under my thighs. Kissing me rough, messy, like he was done pretending this was just leftover tension from Playroom.

I pulled him closer. Mouth open. Reckless.

“Levin—”

“What?”