The Sun and the Moon (Giving You ... #1) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Leslie McAdam
God.
What were the odds?
After he set it down, he came back to me and leaned up against the driver's side of my car, where my arm rested on the door, since the windows and convertible top were still rolled down. His six-pack abs touched my knuckles and I flinched. His body felt cold from the ocean, covered in goose bumps. But oh my , he was a sexy man. He looked like an ad for Quicksilver or O'Neill or something, with his wetsuit folded down. Heck, he probably modeled for them for all I knew. I really wanted to get to know those abs.
Instead, I breathed out a "Hey." He looked down at me, his freckles popping in the sunlight, and grinned, with the towel still around his neck.
"Did you kill them in court?" Court? Court? What court?
Oh yeah.
I finally—finally!—remembered my swagger. Glory and hallelujah. "Yeah, pretty much. I killed it." I managed a grin. He looked at me with a question in his eyes.
"Good. As I suspected. Do you surf?"
"Nope. Just watch surfers." Okay, so now I was blatantly flirting. His grin grew, if that was even possible.
"Any in particular?"
I nodded, straight-faced, pretending to be very serious. "Only one, really."
God, I wanted to jump his bones. I think I was drooling, or at least licking my lips, at the abs that were not eighteen inches from my tongue. Even though I felt embarrassed by my boldness in flirting, I could not help myself. It was thrilling to feel emotions. I’d never been more attracted to a person in my life. And apparently the feeling was mutual, given his boner in the coffee shop.
He looked at me thoughtfully, then his eyes blazed with intensity.
"Now you know another passion of mine," he said in his low voice. "So what's your passion?"
All I could think about was that it was probably residing in his pants. Before I could help myself, I blurted, "I don't know, but I'd like you to help me find out."
Horrified, I realized that I had taken the flirting too far—at least for me—and I needed to escape. I’d never been this obvious to a man, ever, in my life.
At the same time, it was kind of fun and liberating.
I pressed the ignition and shifted the car into reverse, and made to drive away, my foot still on the brake, my only instinct to flee. As I did, Ryan leaned over the door before I could get away, and said, "I will." Then he leaned in and kissed me hard, straight on the mouth.
I was shocked. Like, literally, he shocked me with his lips and I felt static electricity pulsing from my mouth, then down my neck and into my belly. His lips were cold from the ocean and he smelled like salt and the sea, but oh, so good, then I groaned and opened my mouth, and he slid his tongue in next to mine. Now that was hot. I couldn't help myself, but with my foot on the brake, the car parked, my engine roaring, I started exploring the inside of his mouth with my tongue, and it was very warm and inviting there.
My brain then, finally, caught up with my body and realized that I was kissing Ryan from the coffee shop. He was kissing me. We were kissing. Yum.
I couldn't process.
I also didn't want to stop.
After an eon or so—or maybe it was a nanosecond, I couldn’t tell time these days since I didn't wear a watch anymore—he closed his mouth, gave me a last closed mouth kiss and stood up, arms straight on the car door. I pulled back, stunned, and looked at him, my lips sensitive and full. Yeah, that was the best kiss I had ever received. Hands down. No question. Best kiss ever.
And I may have had burrito breath, but he didn't seem to care.
"You're beautiful," I blurted. Then my cheeks reddened, and I flushed like it was the hottest day of the year. It was also hard to ignore the throbbing throughout my body that settled in my nether region. He stepped back and looked at me softly, an eyebrow cocked up.
I decided that this was way too much to process right now. Too much. After being numb for so long, feeling flooded with sensation was overwhelming, and I needed to get
What were the odds?
After he set it down, he came back to me and leaned up against the driver's side of my car, where my arm rested on the door, since the windows and convertible top were still rolled down. His six-pack abs touched my knuckles and I flinched. His body felt cold from the ocean, covered in goose bumps. But oh my , he was a sexy man. He looked like an ad for Quicksilver or O'Neill or something, with his wetsuit folded down. Heck, he probably modeled for them for all I knew. I really wanted to get to know those abs.
Instead, I breathed out a "Hey." He looked down at me, his freckles popping in the sunlight, and grinned, with the towel still around his neck.
"Did you kill them in court?" Court? Court? What court?
Oh yeah.
I finally—finally!—remembered my swagger. Glory and hallelujah. "Yeah, pretty much. I killed it." I managed a grin. He looked at me with a question in his eyes.
"Good. As I suspected. Do you surf?"
"Nope. Just watch surfers." Okay, so now I was blatantly flirting. His grin grew, if that was even possible.
"Any in particular?"
I nodded, straight-faced, pretending to be very serious. "Only one, really."
God, I wanted to jump his bones. I think I was drooling, or at least licking my lips, at the abs that were not eighteen inches from my tongue. Even though I felt embarrassed by my boldness in flirting, I could not help myself. It was thrilling to feel emotions. I’d never been more attracted to a person in my life. And apparently the feeling was mutual, given his boner in the coffee shop.
He looked at me thoughtfully, then his eyes blazed with intensity.
"Now you know another passion of mine," he said in his low voice. "So what's your passion?"
All I could think about was that it was probably residing in his pants. Before I could help myself, I blurted, "I don't know, but I'd like you to help me find out."
Horrified, I realized that I had taken the flirting too far—at least for me—and I needed to escape. I’d never been this obvious to a man, ever, in my life.
At the same time, it was kind of fun and liberating.
I pressed the ignition and shifted the car into reverse, and made to drive away, my foot still on the brake, my only instinct to flee. As I did, Ryan leaned over the door before I could get away, and said, "I will." Then he leaned in and kissed me hard, straight on the mouth.
I was shocked. Like, literally, he shocked me with his lips and I felt static electricity pulsing from my mouth, then down my neck and into my belly. His lips were cold from the ocean and he smelled like salt and the sea, but oh, so good, then I groaned and opened my mouth, and he slid his tongue in next to mine. Now that was hot. I couldn't help myself, but with my foot on the brake, the car parked, my engine roaring, I started exploring the inside of his mouth with my tongue, and it was very warm and inviting there.
My brain then, finally, caught up with my body and realized that I was kissing Ryan from the coffee shop. He was kissing me. We were kissing. Yum.
I couldn't process.
I also didn't want to stop.
After an eon or so—or maybe it was a nanosecond, I couldn’t tell time these days since I didn't wear a watch anymore—he closed his mouth, gave me a last closed mouth kiss and stood up, arms straight on the car door. I pulled back, stunned, and looked at him, my lips sensitive and full. Yeah, that was the best kiss I had ever received. Hands down. No question. Best kiss ever.
And I may have had burrito breath, but he didn't seem to care.
"You're beautiful," I blurted. Then my cheeks reddened, and I flushed like it was the hottest day of the year. It was also hard to ignore the throbbing throughout my body that settled in my nether region. He stepped back and looked at me softly, an eyebrow cocked up.
I decided that this was way too much to process right now. Too much. After being numb for so long, feeling flooded with sensation was overwhelming, and I needed to get
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