Free Reasons Not to Fall in Love by Kirsty Moseley Page A
Authors: Kirsty Moseley
to do. He didn’t pull back. It wasn’t just a peck on the lips; this was a full-on passionate kiss. His eyes were closed and everything.
His smell surrounded me as his lips moved against mine, one of his hands slid down to the side of my neck. His thumb stroked along the edge of my jawline, and the passion that washed over me almost knocked me off the stool I was perched on.
My eyelids fluttered closed as I kissed him back. My hands made their way to the side of his shirt, pulling him closer to me so that his legs brushed against the side of mine.
My mind was whirling so fast that it was making me dizzy.
I’m kissing him. I’m seriously kissing Harrison Baxter right now!
When his tongue touched my lip, I almost died and went to heaven right there as a thousand butterflies seemed to take flight in my stomach. I allowed him to deepen the kiss, moaning into his mouth as his taste filled all my senses. I hadn’t felt like this in years, maybe ever. My whole body was practically aching, and I wanted nothing more than to crush myself against him and melt into his skin so I could live there forever. This was pure luxury – sheer unadulterated bliss and I never wanted it to end. Unfortunately, all good things have to come to an end – well, according to Skye they do anyway.
“What the heck are you two doing?” she hissed from next to me.
Harrison broke the kiss, but I couldn’t open my eyes. I was lost in the luxury of how beautiful that one kiss was. I had never been kissed like that it my life. It was poetic and made me feel as if I were floating.
When my eyes finally opened I saw he was smiling down at me. His hands still cupped my face as his chocolate brown orbs locked on mine, shining with excitement and lust. I gulped and tried to focus on what Skye was saying, but I couldn’t make out the words. She was obviously talking to me – or rather,
at
me
, but my brain refused to acknowledge anything but the six foot hunk of perfection who was standing in front of me.
I licked my lips, my brain not thinking about anything other than sex – fast, hard, nasty sex with him. “Harrison Baxter, the things I want to do to your body would make you blush in the morning,” I purred, smiling at him suggestively.
Something tugged at my hand so I looked down to see a hand taking my drink off me. Skye raised the glass to her nose and sniffed. “Oh man, whiskey? Really, Bronwyn? Harrison, why did you let her drink that?” Skye whined, shaking her head. “Bronwyn, you should stop drinking now, you know whiskey makes you flirty,” Skye scolded.
Harrison laughed and took the drink off the bar as Skye put it on there. “I think you should carry on drinking the whiskey. I’d love to continue this conversation,” he stated, winking at me.
I giggled and gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him towards me roughly which made his eyes light up. “Oh you would?”
Skye sighed deeply. “Seriously, Bronwyn, this is a terrible idea. Remember we once made a pact to tell each other if we thought that the other was making a mistake that they would regret in the morning? Well this is yours, sweetie. I’m making an intervention,” she said, looping her arm through mine and pulling me to my feet. I swayed slightly and pouted at her. I loved my sister dearly, but I actually hadn’t had sex in what felt like forever, because Finn and I had gone through an extremely rough patch before we finally called it quits and split. If I wasn’t drunk there would be no way I would be making advances to anyone, because I didn’t want people to see my body, but the alcohol was spurring me on. Maybe I could finally relieve some of this sexual tension that I had built up inside.
“Intervention? That sucks,” I grumbled.
She nodded before pointing at Harrison accusingly. “Bad, Harrison. No hitting on my sister, you know the rules,” she scolded, slapping his chest playfully. I allowed her to drag me to the bathrooms and I tried to
His smell surrounded me as his lips moved against mine, one of his hands slid down to the side of my neck. His thumb stroked along the edge of my jawline, and the passion that washed over me almost knocked me off the stool I was perched on.
My eyelids fluttered closed as I kissed him back. My hands made their way to the side of his shirt, pulling him closer to me so that his legs brushed against the side of mine.
My mind was whirling so fast that it was making me dizzy.
I’m kissing him. I’m seriously kissing Harrison Baxter right now!
When his tongue touched my lip, I almost died and went to heaven right there as a thousand butterflies seemed to take flight in my stomach. I allowed him to deepen the kiss, moaning into his mouth as his taste filled all my senses. I hadn’t felt like this in years, maybe ever. My whole body was practically aching, and I wanted nothing more than to crush myself against him and melt into his skin so I could live there forever. This was pure luxury – sheer unadulterated bliss and I never wanted it to end. Unfortunately, all good things have to come to an end – well, according to Skye they do anyway.
“What the heck are you two doing?” she hissed from next to me.
Harrison broke the kiss, but I couldn’t open my eyes. I was lost in the luxury of how beautiful that one kiss was. I had never been kissed like that it my life. It was poetic and made me feel as if I were floating.
When my eyes finally opened I saw he was smiling down at me. His hands still cupped my face as his chocolate brown orbs locked on mine, shining with excitement and lust. I gulped and tried to focus on what Skye was saying, but I couldn’t make out the words. She was obviously talking to me – or rather,
at
me
, but my brain refused to acknowledge anything but the six foot hunk of perfection who was standing in front of me.
I licked my lips, my brain not thinking about anything other than sex – fast, hard, nasty sex with him. “Harrison Baxter, the things I want to do to your body would make you blush in the morning,” I purred, smiling at him suggestively.
Something tugged at my hand so I looked down to see a hand taking my drink off me. Skye raised the glass to her nose and sniffed. “Oh man, whiskey? Really, Bronwyn? Harrison, why did you let her drink that?” Skye whined, shaking her head. “Bronwyn, you should stop drinking now, you know whiskey makes you flirty,” Skye scolded.
Harrison laughed and took the drink off the bar as Skye put it on there. “I think you should carry on drinking the whiskey. I’d love to continue this conversation,” he stated, winking at me.
I giggled and gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him towards me roughly which made his eyes light up. “Oh you would?”
Skye sighed deeply. “Seriously, Bronwyn, this is a terrible idea. Remember we once made a pact to tell each other if we thought that the other was making a mistake that they would regret in the morning? Well this is yours, sweetie. I’m making an intervention,” she said, looping her arm through mine and pulling me to my feet. I swayed slightly and pouted at her. I loved my sister dearly, but I actually hadn’t had sex in what felt like forever, because Finn and I had gone through an extremely rough patch before we finally called it quits and split. If I wasn’t drunk there would be no way I would be making advances to anyone, because I didn’t want people to see my body, but the alcohol was spurring me on. Maybe I could finally relieve some of this sexual tension that I had built up inside.
“Intervention? That sucks,” I grumbled.
She nodded before pointing at Harrison accusingly. “Bad, Harrison. No hitting on my sister, you know the rules,” she scolded, slapping his chest playfully. I allowed her to drag me to the bathrooms and I tried to