Did you read Order vs. Chaos? If so, you might know what I’m talking about. If not, grab that one now so you’re ready to jump into Better vs. Worse in two weeks! Holy cow, is it really only two weeks?
I’m going to go back to freaking out, but you enjoy this sneak peek!
Excerpt from Better vs. Worse
“I owe you?” I stammered. I didn’t know where the conversation was headed, but I knew it wasn’t going to be good.
She nodded and sipped her wine, draining the glass. She set it down and stood before me. “Sex. Right now. I bought this outfit and sexy underwear and even got a damn wax for tonight. We were supposed to go out to a nice dinner and then back to his place. We had a whole night planned out. And you ruined it. So you owe me.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” I pushed to my feet, which proved to be a massive mistake. She was right there, pressing against me.
“I know what you think, Kapena. I know every argument you’re about to make. And I know you want me. I know you’ve wanted me for a while. I’m not drunk yet. I wasn’t drunk when I drove here. I made this decision with full awareness of what I was doing. I need you to give me a night that will take away the frustration that another one of my relationships fell apart. It’s your fault things ended, so you owe me. Please.”
I knew what to say. I knew what to do. I knew how to react. But when I looked into those beautiful hazel eyes, the ones burning with shame that she’d lain herself bare for me, everything I knew went out the window.
I yanked her against me and angled my lips over hers before my brain said to stop. My hand dove into her hair, tilting her head the way I wanted it so I could kiss her until we were both dying to breathe.
She stilled in my arms, something that tickled my brain and told me to back the fuck off. I started to release her, my fingers uncurling and dropping her locks, my other hand slipping off her. My lips were the last to get the message, slowly easing away from hers.
Then something clicked in her, and she pulled me back in.
All of a sudden, she was devouring me. Her fingers tugged my hair and tilted my head. Her breasts squashed against my chest.
From there, it was a war. Who could take control. Who could make the other moan. Who could get whose clothes off first.
Something inside said this was my one and only slip with her, that it wasn’t going to happen again, and I needed to slow down. But I couldn’t. I needed her.
I pulled back just enough to drag my tongue down her throat. She tipped her head back, giving me full rein to do as I wished with her. I could spend all night nibbling and sucking and tasting her sweet flesh. She moaned and slid her fingers into my hair, holding me against her like she thought I was going to stop.
I was too far gone to stop.