Page 103 of Hot Mess
Then he kissed me.
He was a gentleman about it, pausing to give me the exact nanosecond I’d need to dodge the fuck out of the way, if I wanted to.
I didn’t.
Then he claimed my mouth with his. Slowly. And when I responded, he ramped up the intensity, deepening the kiss—thrusting his tongue in my mouth and flattening me against the wall with his weight.
Blood thumped through me. His body was hard and hot against mine; I could feel his dick against my hip.
And I knew I could give right in to this. Get my cock wet in Matt Brohmer’s hot mouth, right now.
But that would be a terrible fucking idea for several reasons… not the least of which was that I wanted this guy in my band.
So did Summer, which meant she was gonna murder me if I let him anywhere near my dick.
And then there was that other reason…
I pushed him off a bit, breaking away. “I can’t.” My pulse was beating in my head.
In mydick.
Iwantedto kiss him again.
“You can,” he said, with hooded eyes, reading my face.
“I really can’t. There’s, uh, this girl.”
Was that really my excuse?
Yeah. Apparently.
“There’s always a girl,” Matt said.
True enough.
We stood there, panting, staring at each other.
Shit.This was totally new territory for me. I didn’t even know what else to say.
I’d never really put off a guy because of a girl before. Ever.
I’d either been with a woman who was okay with me screwing guys on the side, or one who was okay with it until she wasn’t—and broke up with me because of it.
But maybe that wasn’t even true anymore.
When I was with Elle, and even when I was with Amber, I’d avoided the hell out of situations like this so I’d never be tempted, forced to make this choice.
I made it now.
“Really,” I told him, my hand going to his chest as I held him off.
Matt took a step back, letting me go. Then another.
He was still breathing hard as he studied me.
The booze was trying to drown out my better sense… and it wasn’t like I didn’twantto slam him against that wall behind him and suck face with him until I came in my pants. Or his hand. Or…
I just wasn’t going to.
