Excerpt Tragic Lies by L A Cotton
He framed my face with his hands, eyes searching mine, deep and intense. “What?” I whispered, my heart stuttering in my chest so much it felt hard to breathe.
“You slay me, Peyton.”
And then he kissed me.
His hand curved around the back of my neck, gripping me possessively as Xander licked and teased the seam of my mouth, coaxing me to let him in. My hands fisted his hoodie as I fell willingly into him, the feel of his lips, the heat of his body beneath me.
“Xander,” I breathed, kissing him harder, deeper. Our tongues slid together, slow and searching. Xander’s fingers twined in my hair and he yanked gently, giving him better access to trail hot open-mouthed kisses over my jaw and down my throat.
“I must taste lovely,” I chuckled, all too aware that I’d just worked a six-hour shift at Cindy’s Grill.
Xander met my gaze, pure need glittering there. “You think I care?” He rolled his hips, showing me exactly how much he didn’t care.
A bolt of lust shot through me.
“More,” I panted.
But I saw the torment in his eyes. Xander wouldn’t cross that line. Not here, not yet. But God, I needed him to touch me. I needed something to tamp down the flames threatening to burn me inside out.
Feeling a lick of confidence, I shifted above him slightly and then lowered myself down. Right over him. His throaty growl made my skin vibrate, sending delicious shivers shooting through me.
“Fuck, Peyton.” His hands slid to my ass again, pulling my body closer, rocking me against his hard length. “This is dangerous…”
“We’re not doing anything.” I leaned in, smirking against his mouth as I kissed him. “Not really.”
He chuckled darkly, kissing me back with as much desperation as I felt.
This wasn’t wrong.
How could it be wrong when it felt so right?