Hopelessly Bromantic (Hopelessly Bromantic Duet, #1)

by Lauren Blakely

I want Jude Graham more than I’ve ever wanted any man. And I would kiss him and touch him and fuck him in a way that made him feel like the most wanted man ever.

He’s the swooniest man I’ve ever known, and my entire body vibrates just being near him. He’s wickedly charming and ridiculously beautiful, and I am so far gone.

I seal my lips on his, and I don’t hold back. I pour everything I have into this kiss. It’s like ten thousand kisses. It’s all the kisses in the city. All the times I’ve thought of Jude. All the longing. All the desire.

He tastes like he’s a little crazy for me too. He kisses fearlessly, sweeping those lush lips over mine, nipping, biting, tugging.

Groans pass between our mouths like sips of a drink—a bottle shared back and forth for us to consume.

The smile that spreads on his face reaches deep into my heart, maybe touching the last part of it, the only part that hadn’t quite fallen all the way yet. That last piece of me tips into his hand.

Some truths don’t need to be spoken. Some secrets you should protect. Like the fact that I fell in love with Jude Graham in three weeks in London.

Every kiss with Jude has been incredible. But this one might be the best yet. It’s slow and lingering. It’s hot and intimate. It makes me feel like the hero in my own love story. It’s also a kiss I’m sure I’ll never recover from. Because I know. I just know. Less than twenty-four hours later, and I’m already falling in love with him all over again.