Winter Kisses (A 3:AM Kisses Novella Book 2) by Addison Moore Read Free Book Online Page B

weak, that whiskey makes me more than a little fucking frisky and auctioning myself off like some turn-of-the-century wench is always, always a piss poor idea.
    He moans before pulling away and moving his sleepy eyes back up to mine. I hike up on my elbows, out of breath, and pant into him for an unreasonable amount of time.
    Stupid, stupid me for insisting the lights stay on.
    I want to watch ? Watch what? The unflattering way my boobs roll to my armpits when I lie back instead of perking to the ceiling? It’s like my nipples turn into a couple of lazy eyes that drift to the mattress, making me look unnecessarily flat chested. I’m half tempted to hold them into position all night, but I’d much rather dig my fingers through his hair.
    His lips curve just enough to give him that dangerous appeal that made me gravitate to him to begin with.
    “What the hell are you smiling at?” I thump my knee over his bottom. “Get back to work.”
    His brows peak in that dark, seductive way that makes my toes curl all on their own.
    “Was I smiling?” His eyes continue their viral assault on my hormones, and I’m about to have a double orgasm without the satisfaction of having it derived from his lips.
    “Damn straight you’re smiling because you and I both know it’s your lucky day.” Did that just fly out of my mouth? God, I love it when the whiskey talks, and takes off my clothes, and lands me in bed with the exact person I swore to never speak to again. Note to self, make shrine to whiskey before setting the whole damn bar on fire for housing the promiscuous poison.
    He huffs a dull laugh. “Oh, sweetie, this isn’t work. This is a pleasure cruise.” His hand travels down past my hips as his fingers trace out my wet folds. He plunges a finger into my body and works his thumb over me in a circle.
    A swell of anger fills me from out of nowhere, and I’m beginning to think whiskey is code for mild psychosis. “ First , I’m nobody’s ‘sweetie,’” I correct him a little more throaty than intended. Although, I’m not so sure how one goes about critiquing the distribution of an orgasm, but seeing that I’m in bed with my ex, no level of evil is off the table tonight. “And second —there are a lot of things your hands are good for, trust me, this isn’t one of them. If it’s one thing that makes me testy it’s being made to endure waning fireworks only to be denied the grand finale.”
    “Waning fireworks?” he mouths.
    That vexingly hot grin crops up on his face, his chin dips with wicked intent.
    “Listen, honey, ” he growls it out alarming sexy, and my sweet spot starts in on a series of spasms. Crap. I knew the big O was knocking at the door. “The only thing waning is my dick, and I’m about to find it a nice, wet home.” He extracts his finger from deep inside me, and my insides wail to have him back. His features soften as he holds my gaze. “I love you, Laney.” His perfect lips twist, the muscles in his jaw pop. He’s waiting for me to say it back. His eyes latch onto mine and make sweet love to me all on their own. He rides his wet hand up my belly and strums over my flesh just begging to hear those words, but I won’t give them. That’s not what tonight is about.
    And, perhaps, that’s not what we’ve ever been about.
    “To work,” I say.
    He growls before dipping down between my legs and burying a kiss over me. His tongue lashes out, loving yet violent.
    “Oh God.” I grip the bedding and clutch at it as if I were in pain. A cry rips from my throat, and I lurch forward with my fingers knotted in his hair. My body responds without hesitation, and I spasm right into him.
    I do love Ryder.
    But I’ll be damned if those words ever leave these lips again.
     

 
     
     
    Ryder
     
     
    I close my eyes and lounge over the sweetest part of Laney’s body, loving her, molding my mouth over her while soaking in all the heated moans, the nail-digging groans. I’m savoring the taste, the