Free Shockingly Seductive (Addicted To You, Book Seven) by Lucy Covington Page A

shoulders. I wanted him close to me, taking me, moving inside of me, doing what I wanted, what I needed him to do.
    His hands slid up my back, and his fingertips brushed against the clasp of my bra, and then he lowered his head, his lips touching my skin, kissing down my neck to my cleavage. His mouth was hot and wet and good.
    I couldn’t believe it was really, finally happening. Justin was kissing me, touching me, doing everything and anything he wanted to me.
    I moaned again, unable to stop myself. He unhooked my bra, and I felt the cups loosen around my breasts.
    He slid the straps down slowly, a wicked look in his eye, teasing me, until finally I was lying there topless. A warm summer breeze blew through the window, brushing against my bare skin, and causing my nipples to harden even more. Then his hands were on my breasts again, as he brought his lips back to mine, our tongues moving against each other as we kissed.
    I moved my hips against his, and I could feel how hard he was. It made me even more excited, and I rubbed myself against him for another second, and then I had to stop.
    I was so turned on it was almost scary – I felt like I was one second away from losing control of my own body.
    Justin kissed down my neck again, this time not stopping until his lips were at my breasts. His tongue moved over my nipple, sucking it gently into his mouth. The slight stubble on his face scratched against my skin, providing an exquisite contrast to the warm softness of his mouth, and the sensation nearly sent me over the edge.
    I felt like maybe I was going to have an orgasm. I’d never had one before, so I couldn’t be sure, but his hands and his tongue and his body were driving me absolutely out of my mind, and I felt like I was about to explode.
    I had heard that the first time you had sex with someone, it was supposed to be awkward and weird and sloppy. But this -- this was anything but awkward. This was insanely hot. I wondered if sex with Justin would be even more of this. I wondered if it wasn’t awkward only because Justin was so good at what he was doing. He was confident, like he knew exactly where to touch, where to kiss, what to do.
    Because he’s done it so many times before.

    The thought entered my head before I had a chance to push it out. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and took a deep breath, telling myself not to think about that. So what if he was more experienced than me? A lot of people were.
    He did all this same stuff with Brooklyn.
    “What’s wrong?” Justin asked, sensing something was off.
    “Nothing.”
    “You sure?”
    I nodded. What was I supposed to say? That I’d started feeling weird about the fact that he’d sex with another girl not that long ago? Actually, why shouldn’t I have been able to say that? He had had sex with another girl not that long ago.
    So when Justin started to kiss me again, I pulled away.
    “It’s just…” I trailed off. I knew I had every right to tell him how I was feeling, but still. Something about saying it out loud was embarrassing. “I mean, you had sex with Brooklyn.”
    “Yeah.” He trailed a finger down over my bare stomach. His touch sent electricity jolting through my body, threatening to override my mind’s protests. “But it didn’t mean anything.”
    I frowned. “What do you mean, it didn’t mean anything?”
    “I mean,” he said, “that it was just sex.”
    “It was just sex?” I repeated. “That’s how you’re going to try to make me feel better? By telling me it was just sex?”
    He sighed and rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. “Not everything is complicated, Lindsay,” he muttered. “Sometimes things just happen.”
    He sounded annoyed, which made me annoyed. “You’re kidding, right?” I asked.
    “No.” He shook his head. “Not everything is always full of messy emotions and unanswered questions. Sometimes sex is just sex.”
    Tears of disappointment priced at the back of my eyes. “Yeah,