Lipstick Kisses : A Sexy, Standalone Contemporary Romance Read Free Page A

there’s minimal clutter. He’s pretty neat and tidy from what I can tell.
    He walks up to me. I still won’t look at him. I’m afraid he’s going to kiss me.
    “Relax, Nikki. I won’t bite, unless you want me to,” he says softly.
    “How about that wine?” I ask awkwardly as I turn and walk out of his room. What is it about this guy that has me unglued? I’m acting like I’m about sixteen years old.
    I hear him chuckle as he follows me out of his room and to the kitchen.
    We get into the kitchen, and he pours me a much-needed glass of wine. I need to settle my nerves. Then he starts working on dinner.
    “You really know your way around the kitchen. It’s very impressive,” I comment as I observe him move around his kitchen. I get to steal glances at his great ass in his faded blue jeans.
    “Why, thank you. I’ve enjoyed cooking since I was in high school. I would help my mom around the kitchen,” he says, pulling all the trimmings for the making of a salad out of the refrigerator.
    “How sweet. Do you have any brothers or sisters?” I ask.
    “I’ve got one little sister. How about you?”
    “I have two older brothers. I’m the baby,” I reply.
    “Are you close to them?” he asks.
    “Not really. They gave me a hard time growing up. They picked on me.”
    “Really? That’s not very nice. If you were my little sister, all I would want to do is protect you and look out for you,” Chandler says sweetly.
    “Yeah, well, not my brothers. Now, they’re just plain jealous of my success rather than being happy for me. What can you do? Family. You can’t choose your family,” I say wistfully.
    After dinner, we make it onto the sofa in his living room to relax. He leans over and starts kissing me. He’s one hell of a kisser, let me tell you.
    It’s getting pretty hot and heavy, and his kisses leave me deeply aroused.
    “Look, Chandler, I would love to fall into bed with you, but I won’t.”
    He says nothing, just runs his fingers lightly through my hair, his eyes questioning.
    “I won’t be another notch in your bedpost.”
    “In case you didn’t notice, I don’t have bedposts,” he replies with a wicked gleam in his eye.
    “You know what I mean.”
    “Do you know how gorgeous you are? Stunning in fact. From the moment we first met, I was captivated by your grace and beauty.”
    I just look into those eyes of his. What a sweet talker he is, a real charmer.
    “I need to get going.”
    “Must you?” he says before skimming my lips with his.
    “Yes,” I breathe.
    “Yes, what?” he says, tantalizing me—and he knows it.
    I place my hands on his thighs, and my eyes cast down and see his manhood straining against the zipper of his jeans.
    “Look, Chandler, I really need to go. Thanks for the scrumptious dinner. It was delicious.” I can see the rise and fall of his chest. He’s hot for me. I know that much. I start to stand. I really need to get the hell out of here before I do something I’ll regret later.
    He won’t get up off the sofa, but I get up to go in search of my purse. He finally stands and follows me as I head for the front door, where he stops me.
    “I will have you, Nikki,” he says, and I melt inside. I reach for the doorknob and open the door before he weakens my resolve. He follows me out to my car, and then he presses me against the driver’s side door.
    “Feel what you do to me, Nikki,” he taunts as he presses his steely shaft against my belly. Whoa. It’s hard, and it feels massive through his jeans! I should be running scared.
    “Chandler, please,” I whisper.
    “Please stay,” he whispers into my ear, then he dips down to kiss me lightly on my neck.
    “I need to get going. Goodnight,” I reply.
    God, how I want this man, more than I’ve wanted a man in a long, long time.
    He’s going to be trouble. I can tell.
    “When can I see you again?” he asks urgently.
    “Chandler, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
    “Why?”
    “Just take my word