Free Broken by Lisa Edward Page B

you want to do is lying there, beckoning you back in.
    “You make it very hard for me to be a gentleman around you, when all I can think about are the ungentlemanly things I want to do to you.”
    His hand went to my hair and I leaned back against the doorframe, needing to steady myself. With one final look, Adam brought his lips down to mine. It was the kiss to end all kisses, and the only true kiss I’d ever had. This is what I had longed for my entire life. To feel so totally swept away that everything else faded into oblivion. If I could remember this, the feeling, both physical and emotional, and do it justice in my book, then I would have something to look back on in years to come. The taste of his soft lips as they melted with mine, the feel of his hard body and the heat radiating from him made my head spin. His tongue slowly coaxing my mouth open had me leaning into him, my hand going to his cheek. As I wrapped one arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer, he trembled, sighing into my willing mouth. It was epic.
    As soon as he left, I raced to the laptop, still wrapped in the blanket. My lips were tingling and I was sure I had a goofy grin on my face, but I needed to let everything I was feeling pour out.
      
    A persistent knocking on the glass doors woke me at sunrise. Rubbing my bleary eyes, I looked around the room, disoriented for a moment before remembering where I was, the rain pelting against the window. I hadn’t set my alarm, my natural body clock usually waking me every morning in time for Adam’s swim, but I’d been up late the night before, writing about our kiss, trying to get it just right.
    Shrugging on a robe, I went to the door. I knew the only person it would be was Adam, so I raked my fingers through my mass of wavy hair and wiped the sleep from my eyes. Adam held up a soaking wet grocery bag and smiled warmly as the raindrops ran from his flattened, drenched hair into his eyes. Apparently his penchant for cooking included breakfast, so I quickly let him inside.
    He lit the fire and put on coffee while I scurried to the bathroom to fetch him a towel, then left him to cook breakfast while I took a quick shower and dressed. By the time I returned to the living room, the smell of bacon was wafting from the kitchen, making my tummy rumble and my mouth water.
    There was a buzz in the air after the previous night, both of us taking sideways glances at the other and giggling nervously when we were caught. Sliding onto a stool at the breakfast bar, my chin resting dreamily on my hand, I watched Adam serve up bacon, eggs, and waffles. Reaching for the plate closest to me, I went to slide it over, but he moved it away.
    “You need to kiss the cook first,” he teased. “That’s the rule of the kitchen.”
    Leaning over the counter, I tried to give him a peck on the cheek but he pulled away, disappointed. “Are you kidding me? After last night’s kiss, that’s the best you can do?”
    “I can’t perform on an empty stomach, Sugar,” I retorted.
    He laughed. “It’s the chicken or the egg, isn’t it? Is it food required before a kiss, or a kiss to get the food?” His eyebrows danced as he waited for my response.
    “The more food ya gimme, the more kisses you’ll get.” I grinned cheekily.
    “How can I refuse a beautiful girl who’s also logical?” He slid the plate in front of me. “You win. Eat first and then you’ll owe me.”
    We both sat at the breakfast bar while we ate, intermittently watching each other, stoking the fire in my belly with every glance. It made me feel like a schoolgirl with her first crush, only this crush was on the hot jock, the coolest guy in school, and he seemed to be crushing on me just as much.
    I soaked up the last of my egg yolk with the bacon and sat back, my stomach full.
    “Finally,” Adam said, spinning my stool around to face him. His lips were on mine as his hand slipped into my hair, pulling my head lightly to his. I leaned into it,