Page 39 of Breaking Point (IceHawks #1)

Grayson

KIERAN

I got you and Bella a Coke

where did you go?

do you have my jersey to thank for getting lucky? ;)

I ’m kissing Bella.

I’m kissing Bella Stratford, and it’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever done in my life.

A gentle stroke of my tongue against her lips has her parting for me, her small moan filling me with desire as I taste her for the first time.

I don’t care what it took to make this happen. I don’t care that this is under the guise of the agreement.

This kiss is no ordinary kiss.

It’s heady, it’s powerful, and it’s so fucking good my cock is rock hard.

I can’t think, can’t breathe. All I can focus on is her small, plush body and the curves flushed against my skin. And her hands?—

Her palms land on my stomach and a deep groan of pleasure escapes me before I can stop it. A shiver wracking down my spine as her hands, ever so softly, trail up my chest .

God, I want her hands everywhere. I want them along every inch of my skin. I never want her to stop.

I can’t get close enough.

Crushing her body further to mine, she moans deeply as my erection molds against her stomach.

Now that I’ve had a taste of her, now that I know what it feels like to have her in my arms and her lips against mine, I never want to let her go.

Fake or not, I don’t want this to end.

I never want it to end.

I commit it all to memory—the feel of her body, the softness of her lips, the way her hair feels through my fingers, the softness of her skin.

She rises slightly, standing on the balls of her feet as she wraps her arms around my shoulders. Deepening the kiss, I drink down every sound she elicits, every breathy moan, gasp, and groan, the sounds spurring me on as my kiss grows more powerful, more demanding.

Until suddenly the door behind us slams into Bella, forcing her to rip her mouth from mine with a cry of pain.

“Shit, who the fuck is in there?” a deep male voice calls.

I cradle Bella’s head to my chest as Jason, the owner of O’Malley’s, saunters into his office. He takes one look at me huffing and puffing like a caveman, rubbing Bella’s head, then spins on his heel and walks right back out.

“Don’t take it too far. I don’t want to wash anything,” he calls over his shoulder. The door closes a second later, basking us in silence once more.

“Are you okay?” I ask, surprised to hear how thick and gravelly my voice sounds.

She steps out of my embrace and I fucking hate Jason for ending that kiss.

That was the best kiss of my entire life.

Though something tells me it will always feel like that with Bella.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Was more a shock than anything.” Clearing her throat, she straightens. “I think that was a good practice run. ”

“Practice?” I ask.

“For the agreement.”

Fuck.

“Right…for the agreement.”

She straightens my shirt on her body and God, she looks perfect in it.

“They’ll know we’ve done it before now. Won’t be awkward.”

“Nothing about that was awkward,” I’m quick to defend.

A coy smile stretches across her lips. “I know, Grayson.”

Our eyes catch and hold for what feels like an eternity.

“Should we go back out there?” she asks.

Everything in me is screaming no. But I have no other reason to stay besides that I want to keep kissing her. That all I want is to throw her over my shoulder and take her home, but I can’t.

So instead, I settle on, “Yeah, let’s go back to the booth.”

I’m going to spend the rest of the night looking for the perfect excuse to kiss her again because that…that was everything to me.

An opportunity to kiss her again never came.

And I hate the night for it.