First Kiss Friday

Today’s first kiss comes from Unmistakable by Kara Kendrick

Best friend’s brother, forbidden,
small-town beach romance

“Great. While you were gone today, I went ahead and made up a schedule.” She takes the oven mitt off, crossing to the table and picking up a stack of papers.

Of course she made a schedule. Liv is one of the most organized, type A-plus people I know.

“The first page is a calendar for the month. I color-coded it—you’re blue, I’m red. I wasn’t sure if you have certain days you work at the bar or work late or whatever—this is flexible and subject to change, depending on work commitments.”

She hands me the calendar and I stare at the red and blue boxes, all laid-out and perfectly planned. My mouth twitches, but I don’t say anything.

“Does this work? Do you hate it?” Liv asks, her voice laced with doubt.

“No. It’s good. This is good. Smart system.” I nod, wondering how long this took her to put together.

“The next sheet is a chore chart. I don’t want to freeload, so I figure I’ll take most tasks.” She hands me the second paper and now a deep chuckle is bubbling up inside me.

“You know I have a cleaning lady, right? She comes every other Tuesday.”

“Oh. Well, that explains it…” She scrunches her nose up, tapping the side of her mouth and I step in a little closer to her.

“Explains what?”

“I figured your place would be messier is all. But someone else cleans. Tell you what—I’ll take the bathroom on the off Tuesdays and we can split the dishes.”

“Deal,” I say, stepping closer to her still.

“The next sheet is basic ground rules.” She hands me the third sheet, her thumb brushing against mine, and my cock twitches in my pants. Just to remind me he’s still there.

“Ground rules?”

“Yeah. I mean, I’m sure I’m cramping your style. Last night kind of proved that.” She twirls a stray lock of hair, leans back a little, emphasizing her chest. Damn, that shirt’s low, the swells of her breasts peeking out at me, begging me to reach out and touch. My mouth waters and I clear my throat.

“You’re not. That doesn’t usually happen. People are just on edge, with the hurricane.”

“Either way. I don’t want you to feel like I’m killing your dating life or anything. So I’m happy to leave on the weekend, or clear out anytime if you give me enough notice.”

I set the stack of papers down, then meet Liv’s wide-eyed gaze.

Her eyes are amazing, the clearest green I’ve ever seen.

I can’t take it anymore.

In two quick steps, I’m pressing up against Liv, her back against the island, my arms caging her in. We’re so close I smell the mint from her toothpaste, feel her warm breath on my face.

“I’m tired of rules, Liv,” I murmur, my eyes locked on hers.

“We don’t have to use these ones, Parker.” She licks her lips and something inside me—I don’t know if it’s logic or common sense or morality—snaps.

“Fuck the rules, Liv. For once—let’s fuck the rules.”

She inhales, a soft, breathy sound, her chest rising, and I lean in and do what I swore I’d never do in my entire life.

I kiss Olivia Drayton, right there in my kitchen.

Pressing my mouth to hers, I go in soft and slow, pausing and waiting to see if she kisses me back.

“Parker,” she breathes, her mouth hot and ready against my lips.

But instead of breaking away, stopping things before they can start between us, she crushes her lips to mine and I know right then I’m in deep fucking trouble.

And it tastes so, so good.