Novel Sweet
Chapter 68
Chapter 68
He was way too close for comfort, invading her personal space as if he were about to steal a kiss. Leanne turned her head to avoid him, “None of your business!”
After a couple of drinks, there was a certain tipsy charm about her. Her brows knitted in annoyance, an adorable pout that Curtis couldn’t help but find endearing. He knew he was twisted for thinking so.
“You smell like alcohol. How much did you drink?”
Was it that obvious? Leanne fell for the bait, covering her mouth, “Just a few drinks.”
“Don’t believe you,” Curtis challenged, “Let’s have a little check, shall we?”
Leanne was about to ask how he intended to check. Was he going to draw blood for an alcohol test right there?
But before she could utter a word, Curtis had grasped her delicate chin, pulling her face back towards him. Before she knew it, his lips were on hers.
His cool kiss sent a shiver down her spine, her breath trembling.
Kissing was something Curtis had taught her.
Those past intense and inseparable kisses as well as memories seeped into her very bones.
Curtis seemed to hesitate, breaking away after a brief moment. His fingers caressed her chin while he studied her soft and rosy lips, lost in thought..
Leanne was too familiar with his scent, her muscle memory hadn’t been forgotten, even if her mind had.
Her head was spinning from the alcohol, not giving her a chance to think as she instinctively tilted her head up and kissed him back. NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.
Curtis stiffened, his deep gaze falling on her face, inscrutable.
Leanne’s haziness passed in a flash, her clarity returning sharply. Almost immediately, she pushed Curtis away with force.
He stumbled back. As Leanne moved off his lap, she turned to leave.
“Leanne.” His voice followed her from behind, casual yet enigmatic as he leaned against the couch. “Why’d you kiss me?”
Leanne pursed her lips, “You kissed me first.”
“I barely touched you a second at most. But you gave me a french kiss for five seconds. You got a bargain.”
Five seconds? Impossible!
Her mind was a mess, cursing alcohol for being such a treacherous thing, while his unpredictable hot- and-cold attitude kept her hanging.
Already frazzled, his accusation only fanned her irritation. He was the one who’d started
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“So what now? What do you want?” she asked.
No reply came, just the sound of his footsteps closing in behind her.
Suddenly, Curtis wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace. Caught off guard, she found herself held tight.
“I want my kiss back.” With those words, he dipped his head down for another kiss.
His cool lips were assertive, brooking no argument or resistance.
Leanne, taken by surprise, found herself immobilized by his firm grasp around her waist, his ease in prying open her mouth, his tongue invading.
She tried to push against his chest to no avail. Her breath and air were seemingly stolen.
Curtis’ tongue conquered her mouth, skillfully entwining with hers, knowing just how to touch and tease.
He was a masterful kisser, familiar with all her sensitive spots, leaving Leanne powerless. She quickly melted into his embrace, her breathing growing ragged.
She felt like she was drowning in lukewarm waters with the alcohol heightening her senses, weakening her resolve until she was thoroughly intoxicated by his kiss. Her struggles faded to nothing.
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hey collapsed onto the couch. Just as Leanne’s dazed eyes fluttered
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d when her clothes had been undone.
traced patterns that made her gasp. As she instinctively tried to curl her legs. and grasped her knee..
was breathy, whispering against her ear, “Anne, my good girl, part your legs just a and let me in…”
e room, neglected for so long, was heating up by the second, both of them lost in at naze of desire.
And just then, the doorbell rang. Leanne barely coherent, murmured, “Someone’s at the door…”