An all-new emotional and romantic duet is coming tomorrow from Amie Knight, and I have a little sneak peek for you from the first book in the series. The second and final instalment in the duet is releasing on Nov 15.
“Why won’t you let me in?”
Jesus, she wanted in. I wanted her in, too. But I didn’t know how to let people in. Since I’d lost my mother, I’d kept people at arm’s length. And I couldn’t let Liv in. Not Liv with her dreamy looks and unfailing optimism even though she’d lost her mother, and then her father. How could I let her in when she was pure light and I was nothing but darkness?
“I don’t know how,” I barely choked out, for the first time since I could remember baring myself, my heart.
Sadness radiated from her eyes as she stood on tiptoe, her face ominously close to mine, and I felt my eyes flutter closed at the prospect of what I knew was coming. Because even though I’d fought it for weeks, I wanted it more than I wanted anything.
Her breath ghosted across my mouth. “I’ll teach you,” she murmured against my lips and I felt the brush of her lips against mine all the way to my toes.
And then her lips were on mine, lightly pecking my bottom lip and then sucking the middle of my top. I let out a groan. I couldn’t believe it. This girl. I wouldn’t kiss her, so she said fuck it and kissed me.
She was fearless and brazen and wonderful. And she was mine if I wanted her. I didn’t deserve her.
Those small kisses were unexpected and shocking and amazing and before I knew what I was doing I’d pushed in closer if possible and taken her mouth, biting her pillowy bottom lip. Slipping my tongue into her mouth savagely. I’d dreamed of tasting her for too long and now I was like an animal on its prey, blinded by pure hunger and time.
I should have been thinking about how this was her first kiss, but the truth of it was, it felt like it was mine, too, so I was selfish. The first slide of her tongue against mine, the first nibble of her teeth, the first suck of her lips. It was unlike any kiss I’d ever experienced and I was transported back to the field and under the stars. Comets tore across the sky, meteors pummeled the Earth, asteroids exploded.
Forget setting the world on fire. Liv and I? We were going to burn down the universe.
My hands were in her hair.
My mouth crushed to hers.
My feet firmly to the pavement.
But my mind, it was gone.
There wasn’t rationale in kisses like this.
No, these kisses were unhinged passion, insanity—mad.
“Mmm,” she moaned into my mouth and I siphoned it down, taking it all. I wanted everything from her. I wanted my mouth on every inch of her body. So, I took and I moved my mouth down her neck to the hollow spot at the base of her throat, licking and then sucking.
But God, all I could think of was the other places I wanted to taste her. The sunken spot at the top of her shoulder. The tops of her breasts. The tips of them. The divot of her belly button. The soft spot behind her knees. The swell of her ankle. The wetness between her legs.