Chapter 29
So. Damn. Good
Harley
The roar of the crowd assaults me as the man with gemstone eyes who I’ve seen smile only once, but never laugh, locks lips with mine.
The latte with double espresso kicks through my pulse like a rocket as I return his kiss with as much passion.
Tingling sensations trace down my spine.
I’m taken aback by the fervor of his kiss and my desperate response.
There’s zero awkwardness in this first kiss. On the contrary. The man is kissing me like it’s an Olympic competition and he’s vying for the gold medal.
So. Damn. Good.
He dips me, Hollywood style, forcing one of my legs to kick up.
Surprise battles with elation inside me as this man takes ownership of my mouth. This goes against the rules of every fake dating book I’ve ever read. Leave it to Kaz Lindstrom for acing the kiss without practicing first.
It’s official. My fake boyfriend is a bonified book hero.
He furthers the intensity of the kiss.
My brain lets off a cocktail of chemicals that send a jolt of electricity shooting straight between my legs.
My feet no longer touch the ground. I’m certain I’m floating on a cloud.
This all-encompassing, combustive kiss put the saucy scenarios I’ve been entertaining in my head every time I’ve swapped the main characters with Kaz and me in my current spicy hockey romance read to shame.
Hell, this kiss makes all the kisses I’ve ever read in my romance books tame in comparison.
I’ve been kissed before, but I’ve never felt it all the way down to my toes.
Had we practice kissing, would it have been this explosive?
People are clinking their glasses now.
“Jesus, get a room you two.” The booming voice of a man resonates above the noise and music.
“Holy shit, Lindstrom, you’re going to suffocate the poor girl. Give her a chance to catch her breath.”
I’m not sure who said that, but that comment put an end to a kiss that is so potent, I’ll be ranking all other kisses against it.
It’s not a bad thing, because we were a breath away from sucking each other’s tongues. There’s PDA, and then there’s too much PDA.
Kaz pulls away.
I place a hand on my heaving chest.
I shouldn’t be this turned on in front of a crowd.
What is wrong with me?
His blue eyes catch mine. They’ve darkened to storms, causing my pussy to flutter.
“Do you want to stay for lunch?” he says. “If you do, we will, but… if you want to get out of here—”
“I want to get out of here.” That came out breathy.
“Good answer.”
Kaz loops an arm over my shoulder, and we make our way through a throng of people waving their hands in the air, clapping, hollering, and lifting their champagne flutes. You’d think they were saluting a newlywed couple.
As we trail toward the elevator, photographer after photographer scrambles to snap a picture.
Kaz lifts a hand, stopping them.
They lower their cameras, like obedient subjects obeying the command of their king.
A niggling thought enters my mind at the sight of the eager paparazzi.
Was that kiss all for show?
Was Kaz that good at pretending?
Was that PDA a fuck you to his dad for coming on to me?
I bring my fingers to my puffy lips.
That kiss felt so real.
My chest ached with something I can’t quite name.
The elevator doors open, and he drags me inside.
The second the door closes, he comes and stands in front of me, caging me against the wall.
I stare up at him, panting, excited and aroused.
“Sparks were flying out there.” He taps the tips of my nose. “You responded so beautifully to my kiss.”
My racing heart is so loud in my ears.
“Well, you’re a pretty darn good kisser,” I say.
He holds my gaze for a beat.
“You keep coming to my defense, Goldilocks.” He brushes a strand of hair behind my ear. “Given I’m twice your size, it should be the other way around.”
“I was channeling my ‘Nobody Puts Baby in a Corner’ moment.”
His eyebrows furrow. “Your what?”
I grip the lapels of his jacket. “No one messes with my fake boyfriend. No one.” I pull him closer to me, get on my tiptoes, and kiss the daylights out of him.
He lifts me up in his arms, pressing my back against the wall, and he ratchets the kiss tenfold. He holds me, big hands palming my ass.
“Oh, God, Kaz,” I say against his mouth.
“Fuck, Harley.”
I shiver against him as my pulse shoots off into the stratosphere.
He squeezes my ass cheeks hard, which does something insane to my clit.
If he does that again, I swear I’ll come in his arms.
Everything spins like I’m on an enchanted merry-go-round.
The elevator comes to a halt, and I squeal.
Kaz eases me to my feet, but not before the door opens.
Four pairs of wide eyes study us.
Busted.
The group steps into the car.
Kaz clears his throat.
Shit, my lipstick is smeared all over his gorgeous mouth.
No, this isn’t embarrassing.
The group of four turn and face the door.
The car descends.
Kaz and I stand side by side with our hands behind our backs like two naughty schoolkids.
The woman with gray hair pulled back in the low chignon, wearing a blush-colored suit decorated with the iconic Chanel buttons turns her head, her brown eyes meeting mine.
“Can’t say I blame you, honey. If that beautiful beast of a man was mine, I’d climb him like a tree any chance I have. ” She winks.
The three other men chuckle.
Kaz pulls his lip between his teeth as he analyzes the ceiling.
My cheeks flame up, and I’m certain the color competes with my dress.