Kissing Her Enemyby Coleen Kwan Pine Falls #2 Publication Date: February 27, 2017 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Closing her eyes, she turned her back to him, wondering if she was making a fool of herself but not caring. Then, warm, hard hands gripped her hips, and she knew without looking who was holding her. He spun her around. Her knees trembled. She felt like a ragdoll, limp with desire.
Elvis continued to belt out the lyrics. Her skin tingled as Logan’s hands settled on her waist, his heat seeping through the thin cotton of her T-shirt.
“Didn’t realize you were an Elvis fan,” he murmured, his breath warming her.
She found herself fascinated by his lips, just inches away from hers. “I just chose something at random.”
He walked her backward until her heels hit the jukebox. She arched her back, wanting to feel his chest pressing against her. But he held off, teasing her.
“‘Burning Love?’” The corner of his lips lifted. “Trying to send me a message or something?”
She swallowed. His mouth and that dimple in his chin were driving her crazy. Tilting her head up, she looked him straight in the eye. “If anyone’s experiencing burning love, I’d say they should probably see their doctor.”
His eyes sparkled with laughter. “That’s so romantic.” Through her thin T-shirt she felt his thumbs rotating against her waist, making her dizzy. And then finally he lowered his mouth to hers, and she heard herself making a tiny strangled noise of startled pleasure. The kiss went on, and she lost herself in it, delight and desire spiraling like twined vines. She moved her lips against his, eager for more. His tongue parted her lips, exploring her mouth. The hint of beer gave way to something much darker and earthier, and she followed it eagerly.
She roamed his torso with eager hands, following the firm contours of his chest, the satisfying solidness of his shoulders. Finding the tear in his T-shirt, she slipped her fingers inside and hummed as she stroked his pectorals. As she’d yearned for, he pressed her against the jukebox, his body betraying his urgency, though his kisses remained restrained. He wanted her, his caresses told her, but he was still in control, still calling the shots. She wasn’t used to this. Usually, she was the one in the driver’s seat, but now she was helpless.
The song ended. Logan drew back slightly. His eyes, she was pleased to note, were dazed, his pupils dilated. She probably looked just as dazzled, maybe more. Another song clicked on. The Rolling Stones’ “Satisfaction.”