Bad Taste in Men (Clover Park, Book 3) Contemporary Romance (The Clover Park Series) by Kylie Gilmore Page A
Authors: Kylie Gilmore
Tags: Humor, Chick lit, Contemporary Romance, Romantic Comedy, Family Saga, Women's Fiction, friends to lovers
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lips brushed hers, kissing one corner of her mouth gently, then the other corner. So gentle, so tender, it undid her. Her eyes closed on their own. He kissed the bow in her upper lip softly, luring her in; then he was kissing her long and slow and deep until she wrapped her arms around his neck and melted against him. His hand fisted in her hair, and the kiss turned hard, a dark promise of possession that had sparks shooting down low where there hadn’t been sparks in a very long time. She moaned, unable to stand on the moral high ground with the sensations clouding her brain.
He pulled back long enough to say, “Let’s get you off that ankle,” then he was lifting her to the counter, nudging her legs apart as he pushed between them, his mouth claiming hers again. Her mind went blank, and there was just the hard planes of his back as her hands ran over him, the throbbing between her legs, and his mouth demanding on hers. His large hand slipped under her shirt and stroked up her back, then ran lightly down her spine, giving her a hot shiver. He pulled away and gazed into her eyes with a look so ravenous her heart actually kicked up. She’d never had a man look at her that way.
She would’ve swooned if she wasn’t sitting down.
This was bad. Really bad. This was Shane . Somehow when he was kissing her, she could forget it was actually Shane she was wrapped up in, but one look at him and she was back to looking at her friend. They couldn’t do this.
She loosened her grip on the back of his shirt and dropped her hands, focusing on a point just over his shoulder. He was still close, standing between her legs, his hands resting on her hips. She was surrounded with his scent, some combination of male sweat and fresh-scent deodorant and Shane that made her want to rip off his clothes. Get a grip! She pushed at his chest with both hands, suddenly needing him out of her personal space.
He didn’t move. Instead he gently tucked a lock of hair that had fallen out of her braid behind her ear. “Do you like that, Rach?” he asked, his voice a whispered rumble in her ear. “Do you like when I kiss you?”
She opened her mouth to deny it, felt like a total hypocrite, and shut it again. Besides, he knew. She’d moaned loud enough. God, this was embarrassing. She should just shut this whole thing down right now. Say something snarky to really piss him off. But then he was cupping the back of her head, holding her there while he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck. She swallowed hard, her mind and body at war with themselves. He licked and nipped at the soft dip of her collarbone, and she gasped. His mouth left a hot trail up her neck, skimming her jaw, coming up to the corner of her mouth. Her lips parted in anticipation. She might’ve sighed.
His lips brushed hers, once, twice. “Do you? Say it.”
“No, I hate it.”
And then she grabbed his head and kissed him again to prove it.
He took over the kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth. His hands slid under her bottom and pulled her tight against him. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, forgetting everything but this incredible need to get closer. She had to get closer. His hands were still gripping her ass when they heard a familiar voice. Female.
“Shane?” Janelle called.
Shane jerked away from her, and Rachel slammed to reality with a sickening crash. She suddenly felt shaky and cold from the loss of his body wrapped around hers.
Obviously he didn’t want Janelle to see them together. Hurt sliced through her. She slid down from the counter and quietly slipped out the back door on shaky legs, leaving Shane and Janelle alone.
Chapter Nine
Shane headed for the street-fair meeting in the Clover Park library conference room the next day, wondering how Rachel would react when they saw each other. After they’d kissed at the barbecue, she’d kept her distance, always keeping at least one person between them. But after a scorching kiss like
He pulled back long enough to say, “Let’s get you off that ankle,” then he was lifting her to the counter, nudging her legs apart as he pushed between them, his mouth claiming hers again. Her mind went blank, and there was just the hard planes of his back as her hands ran over him, the throbbing between her legs, and his mouth demanding on hers. His large hand slipped under her shirt and stroked up her back, then ran lightly down her spine, giving her a hot shiver. He pulled away and gazed into her eyes with a look so ravenous her heart actually kicked up. She’d never had a man look at her that way.
She would’ve swooned if she wasn’t sitting down.
This was bad. Really bad. This was Shane . Somehow when he was kissing her, she could forget it was actually Shane she was wrapped up in, but one look at him and she was back to looking at her friend. They couldn’t do this.
She loosened her grip on the back of his shirt and dropped her hands, focusing on a point just over his shoulder. He was still close, standing between her legs, his hands resting on her hips. She was surrounded with his scent, some combination of male sweat and fresh-scent deodorant and Shane that made her want to rip off his clothes. Get a grip! She pushed at his chest with both hands, suddenly needing him out of her personal space.
He didn’t move. Instead he gently tucked a lock of hair that had fallen out of her braid behind her ear. “Do you like that, Rach?” he asked, his voice a whispered rumble in her ear. “Do you like when I kiss you?”
She opened her mouth to deny it, felt like a total hypocrite, and shut it again. Besides, he knew. She’d moaned loud enough. God, this was embarrassing. She should just shut this whole thing down right now. Say something snarky to really piss him off. But then he was cupping the back of her head, holding her there while he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck. She swallowed hard, her mind and body at war with themselves. He licked and nipped at the soft dip of her collarbone, and she gasped. His mouth left a hot trail up her neck, skimming her jaw, coming up to the corner of her mouth. Her lips parted in anticipation. She might’ve sighed.
His lips brushed hers, once, twice. “Do you? Say it.”
“No, I hate it.”
And then she grabbed his head and kissed him again to prove it.
He took over the kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth. His hands slid under her bottom and pulled her tight against him. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, forgetting everything but this incredible need to get closer. She had to get closer. His hands were still gripping her ass when they heard a familiar voice. Female.
“Shane?” Janelle called.
Shane jerked away from her, and Rachel slammed to reality with a sickening crash. She suddenly felt shaky and cold from the loss of his body wrapped around hers.
Obviously he didn’t want Janelle to see them together. Hurt sliced through her. She slid down from the counter and quietly slipped out the back door on shaky legs, leaving Shane and Janelle alone.
Chapter Nine
Shane headed for the street-fair meeting in the Clover Park library conference room the next day, wondering how Rachel would react when they saw each other. After they’d kissed at the barbecue, she’d kept her distance, always keeping at least one person between them. But after a scorching kiss like
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