Blown Away (A Romantic Comedy) (Five More Wishes Book 1) Read Free Page A

getting ready for what was about to happen. I guessed I needed lots and lots of liquid for that.
    Oh, God.
    “What’s happening?” Cade asked me. I guess he was just as shocked as I was. Our eyes locked. His were enormous, his pupils fixed and dilated. I almost checked his pulse to make sure he was still alive. Or give him mouth-to-mouth to revive him. Oh, mouth-to-mouth. I really wanted to get my lips on him. Anywhere on him.
    “I don’t know,” I answered. “But hand over the damned tequila.” He did, and I gulped it down like it was a peach Snapple. He poured me another, and I slapped that one back, too.
    I was feeling warm all over, but it wasn’t from the drink. The office had gotten smaller, and somehow, Cade had appeared on the other side of the desk, our chairs facing each other, and our knees touching. I could smell his expensive cologne and something else that I suspected came from his pores.
    Yum.
    “You two need to stop moving. You’re making me dizzy,” I said.
    “There’s only one of me.”
    “Okay. Well, one is enough,” I said, grabbed a fistful of his shirt, and pulled him toward me. I slammed my mouth onto his and kissed him like my life depended on it.
    Be careful what you wish for because you just might get it. I never actually wished to get into Cade’s pants, but I have to admit that I hadn’t stopped thinking about it since my mother told me about the birds and the bees and the dangers of getting into boys’ pants. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that there was something fabulous in Cade’s pants, and now after all that wondering and fantasizing and eating Snickers bars while thinking about it, I was about to go there. I was about to unzip his cargo shorts and hit the mother lode.
    But first it was all about the kiss. I had initiated it, but Cade took over pretty fast. His hand weaved its way under my hair, as he pulled my head closer. My mouth opened to let his tongue enter, and he slipped his tongue around mine and over my teeth and generally made my eyes roll back in my head.
    What were we doing? I had no idea. But I had never been kissed like that, and I didn’t want it to stop.
    I was dimly aware that Cade scooted forward in his chair, his knee parting my legs. His knee felt wonderful, and I wondered if his knee was that good, how great his other body parts would be.
    Then, it stopped.
    Cade pulled back, and I moaned in disappointment. I could hear him breathing hard, and I opened my eyes. He was wearing my lipstick, which was smeared all over the lower half of his face. It wasn’t his color, but he looked sexy as hell. His hair was mussed, even though I didn’t remember mussing it, and his face was flushed, even beyond the lipstick.
    “I’m going to hate myself for asking this,” he croaked. “But are you sure you want this to happen?”
    I wasn’t exactly sure what was going to happen. Were we flirting? Were we going all the way? Was one or both of us going to get naked and were bodily fluids going to get swapped? I was all for swapping. I was all for it all. All of it. Every last bit of him.
    The last time I was that horny for a man, it was my freshman year in college, and I stumbled on the quarterback in my dorm hall right after I had finished watching The Notebook. Oh, baby.
    I didn’t know how to answer Cade. It was a horrible mistake to have sex with him. I knew it. He knew it. It was one of those obvious mistakes, like eating two-day old sushi from 7-eleven.
    Mistake or not, there was a strong throbbing in my undercarriage that wasn’t taking no for an answer. So, I didn’t answer. Instead, I grabbed Cade’s crotch, which had grown to an impressive size, as it pushed against his cargo shorts. Holy crap. It was like someone had put a baseball bat in his shorts. A really big baseball bat.
    A wood one.
    My hand on his enormous erection seemed to be a good enough answer, and no matter if it was a bad idea, he was going for it as much as I was. He stood up,