Dramatic, Mushy, Complicated Love by Leah Sharelle (fantasy novels to read .txt) 📕

“That you aren’t the typical woman I usually go for.”

A tremor vibrated through Meadow’s body to mine, and I knew right there she was just as interested as I was.

“Well, I guess this is my lucky day and yours because I don’t usually go for guys like you,” she whispered in return, sending a tremor of goosebumps through when her lips grazed my ear lobe.

“And what kind of man do you think I am, Meadow?” I enquired, enjoying the flirty tone of play we were setting.

“Ah, ah, you first. Why am I different from your usual type?” Sliding my hand down her side, I brought it to rest on her other hip, swaying us both slowly, keeping our bodies close but not enough, so it was bringing us unwanted attention.

“Tell me Meadow, what did you think when you first saw me?”

The greenest of green eyes stared up at me, the smoky make-up she’d applied made them look hooded and sultry.

Sexy.

Gently taking her chin between two fingers, I held her gaze, feeling something I have never felt before pass between us. My reaction to Meadow was unnerving, the affection and tenderness she evoked from me were disturbing, but at the same time, it was welcome and … familiar. Which made no sense because we had never met before tonight, and I would have remembered Meadow’s beauty had I seen her in town before now.

“Please tell me,” I prompted, softening my voice and waited. I waited for what seemed to me to be the most important answer to any question I had ever asked. I watched transfixed as Meadow’s pink tongue swiped across her bottom lip, the music drowning out my low rumbling growl.

“The first thing I thought when I saw you …” Meadow whispered huskily, drawing closer to me, her fingers digging into the skin at the back of my neck, “I thought you were the hottest man I had ever seen in my life,” she admitted not breaking eye contact with me. Standing on her tiptoes, Meadow leaned in and touched her tongue to my ear.

“You stirred something deep in me I thought was gone forever, with just one look at you from across the room.” Her whispered confession released a part of me I honestly thought my mum and my sisters had knocked out of me with their neediness and unwillingness to go through a day without calling on me for help. The part of me that wanted a woman to test me, not take my shit, and most of all … a woman who wasn’t afraid to be herself. Meadow didn’t strike me as the kind of woman who was willing to wait for a man to help her through the day, nag or pretend to be something she wasn’t.

“Wanna know what went through my mind?” I asked, nipping at the skin just below her ear and delighting in another dance of goosebumps over her skin.

“Yeah.” Her breathy response made me grin as I gave her another nip before pulling her face between my palms, holding her still.

“Perfection.” That one word came out on a growl. Then I did what my mind was screaming at me to do, I dropped my mouth and kissed Meadow’s pouty, kissable lips. The second my lips connected with hers, I lost the ability to think clearly. All reasonable thought fled my mind, no longer a capable businessman; instead, I was a nervous ball of energy. Fireworks and stars passed behind my lids, tingles raced through my body and my cock jerked happily in my pants.

All this from a kiss.

Angling my head to the side and deepening the intensity of our kiss. It was like I had no control over myself. All that mattered to me was getting more of Meadow’s delicious taste–owning her whimpers and moans with each stroke of my tongue over hers. Her sexy body and sassy, spunky attitude so fucking tempting, it awoke a beast inside me I never knew was there.

I could tell Meadow was with me, not only from the sexy and intoxicating sounds she was making but the way her hands were grasping at my shirt like she was desperate to keep me close. A fleeting thought that I needed air passed in the back of my mind, but there was no way I could make myself stop. A kiss had never been so important to me, more important than breathing.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?” I panted into Meadow’s mouth, my heart thumping wildly in my chest.

“Making sure you don’t forget me when you leave.” Meadow’s sassy reply nearly convinced me that she was not quite as affected by our kiss, except for the pulse in her throat under my fingers giving her away. The fast beat against my pads just as exciting as the way her hands were holding onto me.

Moving my hands down her neck, I slowly traced down the soft skin of her arms, tempting myself when I got to her sides where her breasts were soft and heaving with her panting breaths but kept going, deliberately avoiding her ample mounds until I reached her plump arse just covered by the skirt of her dress.

Placing a hand on each cheek, I pulled Meadow hard against me, showing her without a doubt that there was no way I would or could ever forget her.

“No way that is going to happen, Meadow,” I growled low in my throat.

“Forget me?” Her voice rising, her eyes widening, and her body seeking to get closer to me.

“Leave here without you.” My face dipping so we were nose to nose. “Nothing is going to stop me from taking you home tonight.”

In my mind’s eye were images of Meadow laid out on my bed, her blonde hair fanned out on my pillow. The vision was mouthwatering and very much imminent to be a reality. Staring down at the gorgeous beauty, liking that I was so much taller than her. Her shorter