Hooked by Love (Bellevue Bullies 3)

“Don’t look away,” I demand, bringing her face up. “How am I supposed to stare into those gorgeous eyes if you look away?”

Her lips curve in a very skeptical way. “You and those lines.”

This time, I’m grinning. “I’ve been saving all of them, all my life, only for you.”

“Oh my God, really?” she laughs and I smile.

“Hey, I knew one day I’d meet the girl who was deserving of every corny, lame, cheesy line I can think of, and you, gorgeous, beautiful Avery are the one.”

“I’m gonna gag,” she says bluntly and I laugh.

“But you’re more beautiful than a hundred pink flamingos on a golf course.”

Her eyes widen before she bubbles with laughter.

And I’m nowhere near done.

“Don’t laugh. Help me, there is something wrong with my eyes.”

Her brows come together, concern on her face. “What? I don’t see anything wrong with them.”

“I just can’t take them off you.”

Her mouth drops open as her cheeks redden before she rolls her eyes, laughter bubbling from the base of her throat. “You’re killing me.”

“I’m killing you? Girl, I must be Richard Gere because you are the prettiest woman I have ever seen.”

“Oh my gosh,” she laughs and I grin, leaning against the doorjamb. “Stop, please.”

“I haven’t even gotten to the good ones yet.”

“Good ones? Please!”

“Oh yeah, you know what? If you were a booger, I’d pick you.”

“Gross!” She grins, smacking me, and I love the look on her face. She may think I’m lame, but I bet she’s never smiled like that before. I have that effect on people. Going behind her, I run my fingers along her shoulder blades as she laughs, looking back at me like I’m crazy. I may very well be. Who knows? But one thing is for sure. I never want this girl to do anything but smile. “What are you doing?”

“Looking for your wings, because you have to be the angel I asked God to send me.”

Throwing her head back, she laughs louder, her body vibrating beneath my hands. Her face is flushed, so is her neck and even the top of her chest. From where I am standing, I can see right down her bra and I’m not even the least bit bashful getting my fill. She’s stunning and I can’t take it any longer. Threading my fingers through her hair, I hold her head in my hand, my other hand coming up to her chin as I drop my mouth to hers.

I pause, her breath hot on my lips, her eyes locked with mine, and wow, I’ve never seen something so beautiful in my whole entire life.

This girl.

This girl is… Fuck, I can’t even think.

But then she closes the distance, our mouths meeting, and everything just stops.

Her mouth tastes like pure ecstasy.

Unadulterated and beautiful paradise.

Her lips are soft, inviting, and she tastes like mint.

I’m in heaven.

Pure fucking nirvana.