Free Kissed by Reality by Carrie Aarons Page B

my thing. I was supposed to come here and forget all about you. All about your conniving, deceitful ways, how you gutted me when you—“
    I couldn't hear him say it. So instead of skirting the beast, I poked it. I got right in its face and taunted it.
    I kissed him.
    My hands made contact with his tux lapels at the exact same time that my mouth came down over his, the moisturized scarlet lipstick I'd put on sliding over the creases of his lips. I pulled at Finn's clothes, bringing him so close to me that he had me bending backwards over the bathroom counter. I moved my lips, caressing and coaxing his to move back. He was hesitant, not moving but not backing away either, and I don't know if it was hope or insanity that led me to slip my tongue between his parted mouth.
    Once I did that, it was all over. Finn moved, his quiet confidence and relaxed air turning into heated lust and panty-melting authority.
    He grabbed my face with one hand and my waist with the other, pinning me to the counter and grinding his body into mine. His taste, mint, and smell, sandalwood and mahogany, overwhelmed me, sending my tipsy head into full-on drunk.
    Finn bit and sucked at my lips, running his tongue along the seam and then plunging it deep into my mouth, never letting me forget exactly what that would feel like below my waist. And oh did I remember. I was dripping wet, my arousal slick between my thighs and pungent in the air.
    He growled low in his throat as he repeatedly ground against my stomach, that thick, perfect erection branding me above the lace of my dress. I would gladly rip the floor-length gown to shreds if it meant I could spread my legs for him on that counter.
    My whole body was swollen, twitching with need and anticipation. When Finn abruptly pulled back, his eyes rabid and confused, I audibly moaned.
    All he did was turn and walk from the room.
    That night I was awarded a Charm, a tiny W for the brothers’ Wyatt. Finn picked me second to last, and hope filled my chest.

Chapter Thirteen
Finn
    T hose fucking lips drove me insane.
    They were what attracted me to Leighton in the first place. And they were also the very part of her that had torn our relationship limb from limb.
    My mind was still on our kiss, on her curves and skin in that black lace dress, on those breathy gasps she'd moaned into my mouth. I'd thought about her, and tried to hide my steel pole of a hard on, for the duration of our flight to Dublin.
    Ireland. It had always been a place Leighton and I had talked about going. Her mother, Mary, was half-Irish and had traveled there a lot in her younger years. Leighton used to talk about the pictures her mother had, the rolling green hills, the cliffs overlooking the sea. The whole country sounded magical, and I wasn't stupid enough to deny that I'd chosen this location for filming thinking of her.
    But even if I'd been remembering our day dreams for Dublin when I'd selected this trip, I didn't think she'd be on it. It meant more now. Especially since she'd dealt with the manic, raging guy inside of me by planting her mouth on mine last night. Now I was confused as shit, feeling things I had sworn I'd locked away ever since the day she left…
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    My childhood home always smelled like baked apple pie and hay. Growing up on a farm, I had the stereotypical farm-life experience. A father who woke before the sun, did hard, manual labor all day, and came in to eat my mother's down home cooking every night.
    My family was a happy one, my parents were good people who let their children pursue their dreams. They'd thought it was honorable and noble when I'd told them about my decision to join the Marines, and had welcomed me home with open arms when I came back bruised, beaten and mentally destroyed. My mother had cared for me, gotten me back on my feet, and not a day went by where I didn't speak to both of my parents.
    Watching Right Now Island with them, though? It wasn't at the top of my list of things to do. For