Free The Fix Up by Kendall Ryan Page A

line of exposed cleavage, leaving warmth tingling in his wake. My entire body silently pleads for more.
    When he pulls away, he does so only a few inches, and rests his forehead against mine. “Fuck, you taste good.”
    Everything inside me clenches. Even the way this man curses is hot.
    Pulling back a fraction more, Sterling focuses his eyes on mine. His are dark, glazed over with hot lust, and it makes me want him even more, knowing I affect him as much as he does me.
    With a tiny groan at the back of his throat, he pulls back to study me. Swiping his thumb across my lower lip, he releases a pained exhale. He doesn’t ask how the kiss was, or tease me to see if he passed the test. We both know that kiss was utterly perfect. Intense. It was the real thing. So real, it’s a little scary. Some people just click—their chemistry or pheromones or something. I know I could easily fall for him, and given the direction his life’s headed, I can’t let that happen.
    “We should stop before we do something we can’t take back,” he says.
    “Or something we’ll regret in the morning.”
    I rise from the couch while Sterling does the same. The obvious strain at the front of his jeans is impossible not to notice. Holy erection!
    He clears his throat and leads me toward the door.
    We stand there, our breathing ragged as though we’ve just run an Olympic race, not quite ready to say good night.
    Feeling brazen, this time I’m the one lifting up on my toes to press my lips against his. It’s meant to be a chaste kiss good-bye, but that’s all it takes for Sterling’s control to snap. His hands thread through the hair at the back of my neck as he tilts my mouth to his. He explores my mouth with deep, drugging kisses as I writhe against him, desperate for more.
    The connection we shared tonight was more than physical. But nothing could have prepared me for this. The grinding of his hips against mine, the rigid length of his massive erection pressing right there . I want more.
    Growing need outweighs all common sense. Hooking one leg around his waist, I pull us closer. He drags his hands up my sides, his touches changing from innocent to seductive as he palms my breasts, massaging them, grazing my pebbled nipples with his thumbs.
    I suck in a breath at the sudden wash of heat rushing through me.
    Overcome with lust, I reach down to grip the firm bulge of his erection. Even covered in denim, it’s impressive, warm and solid in my palm.
    With a grunt, he swears under his breath, pressing us even closer so that his hands are now on my ass and his thigh is pressed between my legs.
    Ripping my mouth from his, I suck in a deep breath. I feel as though I’ve been underwater, deprived of oxygen for too long. My heart is hammering, and I’m dizzy and flushed.
    “I’d better go.” My voice comes out so soft, and I realize it’s because I haven’t spoken a single word since that kiss that tipped my world upside down.
    He opens the door for me and leans against the frame while I slip my purse over one shoulder. “Thank you for coming over.”
    “I had fun,” I whisper, my lips damp and swollen from his onslaught of hungry kisses.
    “We should hang out again.” He smiles.
    I nod, unsure how in the world I’ll be able to hang out with him again without things between us turning heated.
    His expression changes, and I see something dark pass through his gaze. “Are you sure about this?”
    I shrug. “Someone’s going to have to keep an eye this shit show.”
    He chuckles and gives me a brief hug before releasing me. “Night, Camryn,” he murmurs.
    When I make it downstairs, the friendly doorman has a cab waiting for me.
    “Good evening, miss,” he calls as I slip inside.
    Miss.
    The word only serves to remind me that some other girl is soon going to be Mrs . Sterling Quinn. The thought is sobering.

Chapter Sixteen
    Sterling
     
    As I stand here cleaning the dishes, I’m in shock at how well tonight went. I went out on a