The Bookworm's Guide to Dating (The Bookworm's Guide 1)

“Because it’s a stupid freakin’ pact.”

“Kinsley.”

“Because if I don’t have one, I’m afraid I’ll never get to feel like this again,” I whispered truthfully into his t-shirt. “And it’s not just because you’re wearing gray sweatpants and I’ve been a little turned on ever since you opened the door.”

He stilled, then laughed. The vibrations from his traveled through his whole body and, by extension, mine. Before I could stop it, I was laughing right along with him.

“What do we do now?” I asked after a few minutes of us laughing together.

He reached up and pushed my hair away, smoothing it around my neck so one side was exposed to him. His nose tickled along my skin, and his hot breath danced over the sensitive area, making my heart pound inside my chest.

“I think,” he murmured, ghosting his lips over my neck. “We’ve come this far now, so we might as well stop talking and think about it all later.”

I drew in a deep breath and let my eyes flutter shut as he kissed my pulse point. I knew that was, technically, the wrong answer, but every single part of my body was screaming at me to listen to him.

We’d already crossed enough lines.

One more really, really wasn’t going to matter at this point.

Not now we’d both admitted to there being something between us.

“Are you sure?” I whispered.

“I’m sure I’ll hate myself if I let you walk out of my door right now.”

Then he kissed me. Deeply and hungrily, and his fingertips dug into my skin where he held me against him.

This was a terrible idea, and I knew it, but I still couldn’t stop myself.

I fell into his kiss, completely losing myself in him for the longest moment. It didn’t last long before he released me, only to grab my hand and pull me after him. Josh dragged me up the stairs to his bedroom and tugged me inside, kissing me again.

We stumbled together across the room. His bed came too soon, and I fell back before he did.

Using his hands to stop his fall, he covered my body with his and once again took my mouth under his control. He was already between my legs, and as I wrapped them around his waist, my dress rode up to my hips.

Josh sat up and pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing his lightly tanned body and the muscles that made up his stomach.

God. Gray sweatpants and abs.

Romance novels were definitely fiction, but that combination was definitely not.

He smirked for all of a second as he watched my eyes dart over his body, but he kissed me again, and all I could focus on was the softness of his skin beneath my fingertips.

My body reacted enthusiastically; my heart hammered against my chest and my skin puckered in thousands of goosebumps that covered every inch of me. Heat flooded through me and pooled between my legs, making my hips buck up toward him as I silently begged for this to move on.

I wanted this.

I wanted Josh.

I was lost to the moment as he moved to remove my dress. He pulled me to sitting and tugged it up my body and over my head, revealing my mismatched off-white bra and blue panties.

All right, the bra was gray.

It was supposed to be white, but we all had that bra.

If he noticed, he didn’t say a thing. Instead, he slid down my body and pulled off my boots, then came back. My bra was unclipped in a flash, and my head had hit the soft blankets before I could register the fact he had his tongue circling my nipple.

Desire burst through me, and I moaned. Josh worked my body like a magician, moving from my breasts to my mouth and down my neck, back to my mouth again to kiss me like he needed me.

Every single second was gloriously wonderful, and when he moved lower, peppering kisses across my tensed stomach down to the band of my underwear, I drew in a deep breath.

He dropped kisses on the inside of my thigh, edging closer and closer to my pussy where I was wet and aching. He dragged it out, annoyingly so, palming my thighs with his fingertips and kissing my skin.

Then he finally moved, pulling my panties down. He dragged them down my legs and let them drop to the floor, then moved back up and parted my thighs.

I gasped as his tongue made contact with my clit. He worked his tongue against me, exploring me, teasing me, offering me nothing but pure pleasure.

I fisted the blankets at my sides, and my back arched as Josh closed his mouth around my clit and sucked.

Pleasure bolted through me, not quite an orgasm but not quite not, and I cried out. Josh released me and covered my body once again, slipping himself fully between my legs. His fingers slid between mine as he kissed me, making me taste myself on his tongue.