Summer Breeze Kisses - Addison Moore Page 0,150

a slight nod. “I’m feeling pretty worried myself. Honestly, I didn’t think we’d put a dent in the armor.”

“Me neither. And now I feel like an asshole.”

“I feel like a ten-dollar whore’s asshole.” He winces as he lobs my words from earlier in the evening back my way.

“Another goal I set for the evening that I’m beginning to regret.”

We share a quiet laugh, our eyes locking as my chest adheres to him. Rex Toberman is made from one solid sheet of steel.

Rex takes a breath, and I rise and fall with his chest. “Can I kiss you?” he whispers so sweetly my stomach and knees dissolve, weak as water.

“I think you probably should. You know, just to see if we can replicate the magic.”

A slight smile plays on his lips, and my body burns to have him land his mouth over mine once again.

“Did you think it was magic?”

“More like sorcery.” My teeth graze over my bottom lip. “You have a reputation for making the girls fall for you. I’ve often wondered if there were sacrificial goats involved.”

He thunders out a laugh as his grip secures over my waist. Each finger that presses against my flesh feels like a branding iron. For the life of me, I can’t imagine what bedding Rex would feel like. I may not have any previous experience to juxtapose in that arena, but a part of me instinctively knows that committing such a carnal act with him would be deliriously mind-bending. My heart riots in my chest at the thought, ricocheting throughout my ears and skull as if just the thought of sleeping with him could cause a cardiac malfunction.

His nose inches closer to mine. “Believe me, I’ve never needed a goat to get where I wanted to be, but, for you, I’d sacrifice an entire herd of livestock if I had to.” Rex comes in soft at first, his lips barely brushing over mine with a feathered touch. His chest expands in girth with his next breath as his lips crush over me, hard and demanding, as he takes full command of my mouth. Rex parts my lips, enters my mouth as if he were penetrating me with an intimacy ten times deeper than what I felt at the country club. His tongue carefully strokes over mine before committing an onslaught of an assault. My body begs to collapse from its own weight. My heart continues to pound out its death throes. A heightened state of arousal hits me right in that sweet zone, and I’m right there. Rex Toberman’s level of dedicated aggression makes that tender part of me between my thighs buzz with a carnal excitement that it has never known. If it’s possible to orgasm off one simple kiss—not that this kiss is simple in the slightest sense—then I might just break a record for multiple climaxes during a non-coital encounter. And then I lose it. My body trembles as I detonate right there in his arms.

A part of me demands to die of embarrassment over the fact my lower half is bucking away to completion, but another part of me finds it fascinating that Rex has the power to make me come hard with no more than a kiss. Dear God, I am done. I never imagined that a boy who had so much power to frustrate me over the last year could have the power to reduce my body to pleasure-filled tremors in all the right places.

A hard moan rips from my throat as I struggle with the buttons on his shirt. Rex helps evict it from his body, and my fingers glide over the heated granite of his chest. My hands adhere to the hard cut ridges of his abs, the width of his pecs, all the way down his bulging biceps. Rex is a work of athletic art. It’s no wonder every girl at WB venerates him. He’s earned his dues. Rex doesn’t need to relegate to sorcery to get the girls. He simply has to ditch the stitches.

My hands wander down, unbuckling his belt.

Rex catches my hands and pulls back a notch, his forehead pressed to mine as our noses bump and our breathing picks up. “We can take it slow. It’s okay.”

“Slow?” I pull back, amused. “I’ve known you for over a year. This is hardly a one-night stand.” My fingers work quickly to unbutton and unzip until his blue boxers appear underneath.

His dimples go off as he winces again. “I know, but, what I