Reunited (Tueday Temptations) by Helen Hardt Read Free Book Online Page A

against hers. Kathryn froze. Oh, she wanted to kiss Brett Falcone. Wanted it more than her next breath of oxygen, truth be known. But fear paralyzed her. She had never kissed before. What if she did it wrong? What if he laughed at her? She couldn’t relive that horrid nightmare of middle school.
    He sucked gently against her mouth, and then withdrew. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “Open your mouth. Let me in.”
    He really wanted to kiss her. Wanted to French kiss her. How sad was it that she was old enough to vote and had never French kissed before?
    Well, her days of never having been kissed were about to end. Her skin chilled, and fear dashed through her. She took a deep breath through her nose, and then parted her lips.
    His tongue darted between them. When it touched hers, she quivered. Did she like that sensation? Oh yes, she liked it very much.
    Tentatively she probed his tongue with hers. A deep moan rumbled from his throat. Did that mean he liked what she was doing? From the moan that echoed from her own throat, she knew the answer was yes. The surface of his tongue fascinated her. It was silky and wet, yet textured, and sublime against her own. She swirled hers around it, and then, when a surge of boldness overtook her, she sucked it between her lips and gently bit it.
    He groaned louder this time, shoved his tongue farther into her mouth and kissed her deeper. Her heart thudded. Suddenly, she couldn’t catch her breath. She ripped her mouth away.
    “Wow, Kath,” Brett said. “No one’s ever kissed me like that before.”
    “Did I do something wrong?” She hated the words as soon as they’d left her mouth. Geez, that’s smart. Just go ahead and tell him you don’t have a clue what you’re doing. Of course, he had probably figured that out already.
    “God, no. It was amazing.” His face came nearer. “Kiss me again.”
    He took her lips with more force this time and she parted her own in invitation. His flavor intoxicated her—a little mint, a little tannin from the iced tea he had drunk, a little spiciness from the pizza. It added up to something she didn’t think she’d ever get enough of.
    When she probed his mouth with her tongue, he sucked her tongue this time. Oh, she could see why he liked that so much! The sensation melted through her like honey—sweet suction, sweet kisses, sweet longing.
    The kiss went on and on. Every few minutes he’d break away and suck at her neck, nibble on her earlobe, then return to her lips and take her breath away once more with drugging kisses.
    How long it lasted, she had no idea. She’d be content to kiss Brett Falcone forever, but when his hand slid up her side and cupped her breast, she froze.
    She ripped her mouth away. “What do you think you’re doing?”
    “I…I don’t know. You seemed to be enjoying the kissing. I just thought—”
    “Thought you’d feel me up, did you?”
    “Well, yeah. I mean, I’m turned on, you’re turned on.”
    “I…I should never have let this happen. I’m your tutor. It’s…it’s unprofessional. Unethical.”
    “You’re not my teacher, Kath. You’re a student, just like I am. We’re both the same age. Both eighteen. We can do whatever we want. And right now I really want to kiss you some more.”
    So did she. Truth be told, she wanted his hand back on her breast. Fear bolted through her. Not just her breast. She ached for him to touch the throbbing spot between her legs.
    “Brett, you have to go now.”
    “Why?”
    “Because Deb and Bruce will be home soon. Or Terry might wake up. And I have my own homework to do.”
    “It’s Friday night, Kath.”
    Okay, then. “You have a girlfriend, remember?”
    He stilled, then plunked down on the couch. “Yeah, I remember.”
    “What do you think she’d think of all this?”
    “I wasn’t actually thinking about her at the moment.”
    “That’s pretty clear.”
    “I wanted to kiss you. I like your mouth. It’s so pretty. Your lips are pretty, and you