A hilarious new Romantic Comedy is available now from author Kim Jones, and I have a little sneak peek for you.
Maybe it’s the alcohol.
Maybe it’s my hormones.
Maybe it’s because he’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen in my life and I don’t think I can go one more moment without feeling his lips on mine. Even if I have to climb into his lap, straddle his hard thighs and steal it, I need this kiss.
If he rejects me, who cares? If he hates me, it won’t matter. I have nothing to lose and everything to gain. I’m leaving here soon. Possibly within the hour. He’ll never have to see me again. If I don’t kiss him, I’ll always regret it. But if I do kiss him, even if it’s terrible, at least I’ll forever have the memory. And maybe a restraining order. But those things sound a lot worse than they really are.
Not that I’ve ever had one or anything…
“Can I have another bottle of water?” I’m breathless and he hasn’t even kissed me.
“Yeah.” He takes the empty bottle from my hand but instead of going to the kitchen, he walks to the little mini bar across the room.
So much for having the time to form a decent plan…
It’s now or never.
I scramble off the couch. Catch my footing on step three just before I face plant the floor, and am two inches from his lips when he turns around.
“What the f—“
Notice how your teeth sink into your bottom lip on the “f?”
Well…that’s the exact moment I pressed my mouth to his. So instead of kissing soft, puckered lips, then coaxing them apart with my tongue and swallowing his moan as I devour his mouth that tastes like whiskey and mint, even though nobody ever tastes like whiskey and mint, I end up licking his teeth.
All while he just stands frozen in place. You know, any decent human would at least attempt to salvage the kiss. I mean, he doesn’t have to just stand here and continue to let me humiliate myself. He could easily pull away. Cup my head. Angle his head. Something. But does he? Nope. And I can’t do any of these things because I’m literally pressing my tongue against his teeth to keep from falling on my face.
At least the hiccups are gone…
I grab his shoulders and push myself back from him. He doesn’t even flinch. Even when I stumble, he doesn’t move to catch me. His teeth are still pressed into his bottom lip. Brows drawn together so tight I’m afraid the skin at his temples might split.
After I find my balance, I cross my arms and shake my head at him. “You have got to be the suckiest kisser on the planet.”
“Yes. You. You suck at kissing.”
“Are you fucking serious right now?”
“You just ruined it for me,” I whine, throwing one hand up in the air. I stumble again. He doesn’t right me again. So I put my hands on my hips to steady myself because it’s obvious I can’t depend on him.
His face relaxes a little and he runs his tongue over the indentions in his lip. I should be thinking about how those lips felt on mine. How that tongue felt. It should turn me on to see him licking his lips.
“You tried to lick the enamel off my teeth, Penelope. I think it’s safe to say that you’re the bad kisser here. Not me.”
I look away from him and mumble, “I imagined it different in my head.” Which reminds me…“You could’ve at least attempted to save it.”
“There was no coming back from that.”
I glare at him. “Is Cam still here?”
He gives me a wary look. “Why?”
“Because I had it in my head that I was going to leave here kissed. And I always get what I want because I’m stubborn like that. And since my attempt with you didn’t work out—“
“Yeah, not exactly.”
“Well, I’m not going to rub it in your face—“
“Hey! Don’t be ugly to me—“
“Shut up, Penelope.”
I stomp my foot. “I will not sh—“
Notice how your lips pucker on the “sh?”
Well…that’s the exact moment Jake Swagger kissed me.