Broken Course (Wrecked and Ruined #3)(20)

"I like her," Leo says when I turn back around.

"I figured," I laugh and roll my eyes.

"I’m serious. She gives excellent advice."

"I’ll be sure to let her know you think so. Let’s go." I grab my purse off the table next to the door, but I’m stopped as Leo wraps his arms around my waist from behind and nuzzles into my hair.

"What do you say we skip dinner and you can run to my bed? It might not be the most conventional first kiss, but I can definitely think of a few places I’d like to taste. Your mouth only being one of them."

His breath across my sensitive neck combined with his words send chills over my body. I try to lock it down, but as he drags his nose up to my ear, a gasp escapes.

"Mmm, I like the moan better, but the gasp works too," he purrs.

We stand there silently for a minute as Leo holds me tight against his large body. His lean muscles are pressed against my back, and his quickened breath in my ear tells me that he is just as turned on as I am. Though, just to be sure, I reach up and drag the tips of my nails over his neck and into this hair. He lets out a mouth-watering moan that makes me smile.

"We should go," I whisper, unable to trust my voice.

"Or we could stay. You have a bed. I could amend my statement to your bed instead of mine." He brushes my hair off my shoulder and leans down, placing a very wet and promising kiss on the exposed skin.

As very appealing as his idea sounds, I need to clear my head from the fog. Perhaps make a decision about where I want to end the night without Leo’s lips muddling with my resolve.

"We should go," I repeat, causing him to growl.

I spin in his arms and look up into his eyes. He has the thickest eyelashes I have ever seen on a man, and they only serve to make his otherwise common brown eyes stunning and unique. But it’s the intensity in his gaze that really has me reconsidering his suggestion.

Very slowly, Leo leans down, stopping only a breath away from my mouth. My pulse begins to race as his hands drift from my hips to the small of my back.

"Sarah, go pack a bag. You’re staying at my place tonight."

"I am?" I squeak out, completely lost in the moment.

"You are," he confirms then presses his lips against mine for what can only be described as the best-slash-worst first kiss in history. His lips are soft and warm but gone before I can even appreciate them. I want more.

So. Much. More.

"Go," he orders with a smirk as he steps away.

Fuck it. Who needs resolve anyway? Clearly not me, because I find my legs carrying me back to my room to pack a bag.





"WE DESTROYED them!" Sarah laughs as we leave the sports bar she chose for dinner.


I thought it was an odd choice at first—until she informed me that it was trivia night. I can honestly say that I had an absolutely phenomenal time tonight. Sarah was hilarious and so f*cking competitive. Her face would light up as soon as the questions popped on screen. I swear, at one point, she was pressing the button so hard that I thought she was going to break it. The best moment, though, was when she started cussing after someone buzzed in before she did. I haven’t heard words like that used since the high school locker room. She immediately looked embarrassed when she saw that I was watching her. But her cheeks really turned red when I informed her how much a love a woman with a dirty mouth. My tone might have made it a sexual innuendo, but she didn’t seem to care either way.

She’s right. We did destroy them. I’ve always been a bit of a history buff, so that paired with her brains about pop culture and science made us an unstoppable team.

"I have no idea how the hell you knew some of those answers. I think you might be overqualified for your receptionist position," I tease as we walk arm in arm to my car.

"Yes, but my vast knowledge of Mariah Carey and the latest in celebrity sex tape scandals isn’t exactly in high demand these days," she says, stopping me just before we reach my car. "Thanks for tonight." She loops her arms around my waist. "I haven’t smiled that much in a really long time."

"Funny, I was just thinking the same thing." I tuck a stray hair behind her ear as her smile nervously fades.

When she rakes her teeth over her bottom lip, my attention hones in on her mouth. Slowly, she rises to her tiptoes. While nothing about Sarah was exactly shy tonight, she always seems a bit nervous when it comes to affection. I’m not sure if she’s overthinking it or what, but as much as I want to rush her home and into my bed, I’m willing to let her have this move. I stand completely still as she presses her soft and timid lips to mine. The gentle touch ignites me.

God damn, I want this woman, but I’m not doing this in the middle of a parking lot. I quickly shove a hand into her hair, holding her firmly against my closed mouth. I don’t allow her to take the kiss any deeper, but that doesn’t mean I don’t kiss her with everything I have, breathing her in as if I will never feel her again.

When I’m able to drag myself away from her, I rush out like a caveman, "Home. Bed. Now."

"Okay. Yeah," she says shakily while smoothing down her hair.

I walk around the car and open her door, careful not to touch her again. I just need to get her home—and hopefully naked.



IT SEEMS that the kiss in the parking lot was exactly what Sarah needed to loosen up. It wasn’t a long ride back to my apartment, but, surprisingly, she held my hand the whole way. In moments when she would use her overly animated hand gestures while talking, she never truly released me. Instead, she very purposefully placed my hand on her thigh. I’ve never been so turned on by such a simple gesture—or grateful that the darkness cloaked the hard-on I was sporting most of the way.