I didn’t even know what I wanted from him.
Certainly not a relationship—after the disasters of my love life back in Texas, I wasn’t ready for that.
I had a desire to get to know this man though.
He had demons.
And dammit if I wasn’t insanely curious as to what they were.
My mom always told me I was attracted to ‘broken things’ that I could never fix.
“Oh, Sutton. You can’t save every broken thing you come across, dear. Some things…they’re better off being left the way they are. They aren’t worth saving.”
That’s what she told me when I tried in vain to save the dog dying on the road outside our house.
Her words weren’t harsh. She was just being realistic.
Unfortunately, I could never grow out of my need to save things.
I should’ve been a doctor, not a business major.
Too late now.
“Wrong answer,” he growled, the scent of alcohol hitting me in the face.
Before I could respond his mouth was on mine. His lips were harsh and demanding and the heavy stubble on his cheeks chafed mine.
I was so overcome by shock that I couldn’t even push him away.
Was this really happening?
Oh, it totally was.
His lips were on mine.
And my traitorous lips were actually moving with his.
What the fuck?
Get it together lips! You’re not supposed to like this doucheknozzle!
My lips so weren’t listening to me.
Oh no, they were still toying with his and—
Oh, shit.
I moaned.
Like a low oh-my-god-that-feels-so-amazing moan.
Apparently I’d lost all control of my body with one touch of his lips.
That wasn’t okay with me.
Trying to get myself under control, I wiggled my fingers free from his and braced them against his shoulders. He leaned in closer, as if my touch was drawing him in.
I let his lips linger against mine for only a second more before I pushed him away roughly.