Lipstick Kisses : A Sexy, Standalone Contemporary Romance Read Online Free Page A

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    We order dinner and wine.
    I find myself enjoying getting to know her better. Nikki is really easy to talk to. There’s no bullshit with her. She tells it to you straight, and she has a brain. I must say, it’s refreshing to have an intelligent conversation with an attractive female for once. In LA, it’s easy to find a beautiful girl, but a beautiful girl you can really talk to? That’s a different story.
    Nikki’s the whole package so far.
    She dabs her lips with her napkin. “Oh, I’m full now.”
    “You polished off a whole steak. I should think you would be, little lady.”
    “I might have room for dessert, though,” she says with a twinkle in her eyes.
    What kind of dessert does she mean?
    “So, is my face going to be plastered across every billboard in LA for your lipstick campaign?” I ask, leaning back in my chair.
    “We haven’t decided quite yet. Why, do you have a problem with that?”
    “Actually, I kinda do.”
    “Then why the hell are you modeling?” she asks with a grin.
    “Language, little lady. I don’t know. Print ads are fine with me, but I’m too shy for television, film and a huge billboard. God, that freaks me out a little,” I chuckle.
    “So are you trying to tell me you actually have some modesty behind those good looks of yours—not to mention your body?” She laughs. She’s laughing at me, but I’m happy to hear that she finds my looks and body attractive.
    “Hey, I’m not as vain as you seem to think I am. I’m just a humble boy from Montana, trying to make a livin’ in the big city, is all,” I say, sticking up for myself.
    I can’t wait to get back to her place, get inside, and then get inside, if you know what I mean.
    I have been mentally undressing her all evening, and my briefs are suffocating my manhood. He needs to come out for air and play tonight.
    Once I walk her to her door, I manage to get invited inside. I feel like a kid in a candy store, sitting on her sofa while she gets us something to drink. I can sense we’re both a little nervous.
    “I’m not sleeping with you on our third date,” Nikki says as she walks over to the sofa with our wine glasses.
    “Who’s counting?”
    “Hey, I believe in getting to know a person before I give myself to them,” she says confidently, like her mind will not be changed.
    “Oh, an old-fashioned girl.”
    “I prefer to call myself a respectable girl.”
    “That you are, darlin’,” I say, raising my glass to hers. But I still intend to get down to business.
    I put my glass down on the coffee table and then take her glass.
    My eyes are locked on hers the entire time. I can see her swallow hard.
    “Relax, Nikki. When was the last time you dated someone?” I dare to ask.
    “A few months ago, but it was nothing to write home about,” she says with a wave of her hand. I almost feel sorry for whoever the guy was. Bet she can eat you up and spit you out, if she wants to, but I’m willing to take my chances.
    I lean in and place my hand on her cheek, then cup her chin, pulling her toward me as I take her lips in a tender kiss. She responds with parted lips, and I deepen the kiss and she lets me. She’s right there with me as our tongues entwine. I lean her back on the sofa.
    Our breathing starts to pick up. She feels the passion and desire as much as I do. My pulse is coursing through my veins, and I’m hard as a rock.
    She lies all the way back on the sofa, and now I move to completely cover her with the length of my body. I press my rock hard shaft against her belly. Her eyes open and search my hooded eyes.
    “Chandler,” she whispers as she tries to push me off her.
    My lips crash down on hers again. My free hand palms her breast. I’ve got to kiss that enticing cleavage of hers as I make my way down her soft neck and venture down lower, kissing and sucking my way down to the pillows of soft flesh flowing over her neckline.
    She lets out a soft moan and arches her breasts into my lips