Free Kiss Me Book 1 by Chloe Parks Page B

pester me?” Amy said and winced
at her harsh tone. It wasn’t her sister’s fault she’d fallen in
love with a man who was so wrong for her.
    “ I was calling to see if
you wanted to grab a late lunch, but I’m thinking it might be a bad
idea.”
    “ Sorry, just didn’t have a
great night and not having the best of days.”
    “ What happened?” The frosty
tone in Carrie’s voice melted and was replaced with
concern.
    Amy sighed into her phone.
“Nothing that I really want to talk about. I just really want to be
left alone for a couple days, if it’s OK with you.”
    “ Sure. Just call when you
decide you’re ready to talk.”
    “ Thanks sis. Love
you.”
    “ Love you too.” The line
went dead, and she dropped her phone back to her desk. Looking at
the clock, she realized that she hadn’t had anything to eat all
day. She’d meant to eat a muffin, but the bomb that Amar had
dropped on her left her feeling a little less than
hungry.
    Scooting away from her
desk, she climbed from her chair. Slowly, she stretched and rolled
her aching muscles. Making her way into the kitchen, she pulled out
stuff to make a sandwich. However, a sandwich sounded less than
appealing. After putting everything away, she grabbed a banana and
her favorite book. Deciding that a little relaxation in the sun
would be perfect, she made her way to the back patio. The beautiful
blue pool sparkled back at her in the heat of the July
sun.
    When the house was built,
she insisted a ten-foot-tall privacy fence be built around it to
keep eyes from prying. She shimmied out of her clothes and
stretched out on one of the chairs. The sun warmed her bare
skin.
    As she let the tension
from her body slip away with the rays of the sun, her mind began to
drift back to Christian. He’d been so cold as he sat on the couch
staring at her. He seemed like he genuinely did not give a shit
about anything that had just happened between them. Her ego was
stung, and her pride was wounded. She’d allowed herself to be
vulnerable for the first time in a very long time, and it had come
back and bit her in the ass both figuratively and quite
literally.
    The thought of ass biting
took her thoughts in an entirely different direction, though.
Behind her closed eyes she could see Christian’s hands as they
played over her body as if she were an instrument, ready to be
plucked. With each stroke and strum she was left humming and
purring under his touch.
    “ Ugh,” she groaned as she
threw her arm over her face.
    She saw his mouth on her
nipples, tugging and pulling them with his teeth. Each sharp tug
pulled a cry of pleasure and pain from her. Seemingly without
thinking, her hand moved over her left breast and began to pinch
and roll her nipple between her fingers. Pleasure began to bloom
between her thighs as she squeezed and groped her tit.
    She could still feel
Christian’s mouth against her slit as he ravaged her with his
tongue, driving her to the very peak of her existence. Her hands
stilled, and she sat up with a start, unsure of what had broken her
from her thoughts.
    Looking around, she saw
Christian leaning casually against the door that opened into the
house.
    “ Don’t stop on my account,”
he said as a wicked smile formed on his face, flashing his
impossibly white teeth in her direction.
    “ What the fuck are you
doing here?” she said as she climbed from her chair and stood with
her hands on her hips. He’d already seen every inch of her—there
was no need to be shy about her body now.
    “ I came to talk to you, but
it looks like you’ve got other things in mind.”
    She watched as he tucked
his hair behind his ear and pierced her with those blue
come-fuck-me eyes. He was wearing ripped jeans and black scuffed
biker boots. A tight white t-shirt was stretched across his thick
chest and arms. She licked her lips, and for a brief moment she
forgot what she had been talking about.
    “ How in the hell did you
even get in?”
    “ Front door was