Free Unlucky in Love ( Lucky #1) by Jill Sanders

I figure, until I do, it couldn’t hurt to explore.” He leaned closer and she felt his breath mix with hers. His shoulders blocked out the light from the bar, almost giving him a halo around his dark hair. She could see slight highlights in the waves, making her want to push her fingers deep into it and explore the thickness and richness.
    Her heart skipped a beat when his lips touched hers again. The kiss was nothing like the one he’d given her the day before. This time, there was a silent demand behind his soft lips.
    She leaned closer to him and tried to match his pace. Her nails dug into his strong thighs as his fingers tightened in her hair. She moaned as she felt herself let go.
    “This works for me,” he said between kisses. When he tugged slightly, she slid off her stool and he drew her between his legs. She moaned as his hands ran down her sides.
    Maybe it was because she’d told herself not to get this close to another man again, but she couldn’t stop her heart from beating faster as her desire for him grew. A low moan escaped her when he pulled lightly on her hair and brushed his mouth over her neck.
    “Yeah, I just don’t feel the attraction,” he said sarcastically as he licked his way back up to her lips.
    She shivered and stroked her fingers lightly over his shoulders. She closed her eyes as her head rolled back, giving him access to her neck again.
    “Tell me to stop,” he said against her skin. “Tell me to go to hell.” When he pulled back, she looked into his dark eyes.
    “I . . .” she started to say but just shook her head.
    He scooped her up and tugged her closer, and she wrapped her legs around his hips as he pulled her onto his lap. She could feel his hardness pressed against her core and moaned with want.
    Desire was something she was all too familiar with, but desire this fast, this big, was a whole new game. Her hands went to his hair as he feasted on her mouth. His hands roamed over every inch of her back and the curve of her butt as she slowly moved above him, with him, as his hips jolted with every rocking motion.
    Images of them wrapped together flooded her mind, and she dreamed about how good it would feel for her bare skin to be touched again.
    When her cell phone buzzed in her coat next to her, she jumped and almost fell off his lap.
    “Easy.” His hands went to her hips to steady her.
    She took a couple cleansing breaths. “Sorry.” She reached over and took her phone out of her coat pocket.
    Seeing Amy’s number, she sighed. “I’d better take this.” He nodded.
    She pried herself off his lap, walked over toward his large windows, and punched Answer.
    “Hey, I heard from my mom, who heard it from Michael, who heard it from his dad, that you were sick today. So I’m heading over to your place with some of my mom’s homemade soup that she made for you.”
    “Um, that’s really nice, but I’m feeling much better now.” She bit her lip when she noticed how high up his place was. Just looking down made her knees turn a little weak.
    “That’s good to hear. Oh well, I’m also bringing over a movie so we can eat soup and hang out a little.” She thought about the lack of furniture in her place and how uncomfortable her home was. She was still turned off every time Amy tried to drag her into a furniture store.
    “Um, well, I’m not exactly at home right now.”
    “Okay, I’ll pick you up. Where are you?”
    She turned and looked at Aiden. “Um, downtown. How about you pick me up at work in . . .” She glanced down at her watch and almost did a double take. It was almost seven in the evening. “Half an hour?”
    “Sounds good. I’ll meet you out front where I normally get you. I hate finding a parking spot.”
    “Okay, see you then.” Amy hung up and Kristen wished more than anything that she could read Aiden’s expression. She was somewhat thankful for the interruption. After all, jumping into relationships hadn’t worked out so great for her in