Slick as Ides by Chanse Lowell, K. I. Lynn, Lynda Kimpel Read Free Book Online Page B

neck is sore from holding my head up, so I finally rest it back on my pillow. “I barely met you a little over a month ago online.” It’s. Not. Him , my mind screams at me. It’s not that kid from high school!
    It can’t be him . . . It just can’t be! Christ, is it?
    My heart pounds at the thought that it could be him .
    I squirm, my panties even wetter now. Nick . . . Touch me more. A little lower.
    “God, Dena. I looked for you. For years—I was trying to find you. You disappeared when you were fourteen, and this was all the information I could find on you. I missed you like crazy while you were away from me.”
    “Who. The. Hell. Are. You? And why do you think I should know you?” I say through gritted teeth, my heart pounding.
    “Well, fuuuuuck,” he groans. He shifts off the bed, the heat of his hand now leaving a cold, icy-feeling in place over my undies, and my heart drops.
    “What the hell is happening?” I yank at my hands again, but once more, I’m unable to break free.
    “Fan-fucking-tastic,” he says. “Here, I thought you’d know as soon as I kissed you.” His breath is suddenly fanning out over my lips, and a flame shoots through my body, making my fingers and toes flex.
    Soft lips mold into mine, and hands drive into my hair, fisting at the scalp.
    “Do you fucking remember me now ?” he growls into my mouth, then kisses me again more fiercely, before I can answer him.
    My mouth drops open, and his tongue delves inside.
    And that’s when it hits me. It’s impossible—but it is him.
    His flavor assaults me.
    When he pulls away, I moan, “Nick—I, God . . . It’s you ! Holy shit!”
    “Finally. Thank God,” he breathes, stroking my cheeks with a softness that makes me damn near shiver from head to toe. “Remember me now, gorgeous? God, you’ve become so insanely beautiful, I can barely stand to think I was missing this for all these years—seeing you.”
    I can almost feel his eyes roaming hungrily all over my body. Dear God, that’s hot!
    “You were my first kiss . . .” And my first huge crush.
    And the first and last reason I need to change my panties from getting too slippery. I hated that back then, too. Never could keep dry around him.
    He chuckles. “You were mine, too.” His fingers drift over my jaw gently.
    “I was?” My voice cracks and goes hoarse.
    “Why is that so shocking? You think I was kissing a lot of girls back then? Fuck, my voice hadn’t even dropped at that point.”
    “Uh, ‘cause you’re two years older than I am and you’re gorgeous. Always have been, but I didn’t remember your hair being this dark. Did you dye it or something?” My lips press together as I recall a skinny boy, with his voice barely starting to lower and sandy-blond hair, kissing me at a party after we’d both been drinking. Then I remember something else disturbing, and I gasp. “You’re the reason . . .”
    “The reason ?”
    “One of the reasons I’m paranoid about germs. You vomited all of over my feet right after you kissed me.” I squirm from the memory.
    “First of all”—some weight shifts on the bed, making me dip to my right—“ you kissed me . And second of all—if I’m the reason you’re too scared to face a single virus”—I snort at his choice of computer terminology, and he smacks my leg—“then you’re to blame for me becoming a hacker, and the reason I started stealing.”
    “Oh, no . . . You can’t blame me for those fucked up things.”
    The weight shifts once more, and his lips tickle at my ear. “Can’t I? I first hacked into computers to find you, and I stole information for the exact same reason . . .” His teeth nip at my ear. “I wanted you then, and I want you even more now. Do you know how long I’ve fantasized about touching you?” His fingers drift over the side of my right breast and down my ribs. “How long I’ve been dying to fuck you? A ten-year-boner isn’t funny. I put Viagra to shame.”
    I shudder for a