The Fall of Bradley Reed (Seasons of Revenge, #3)

by Morgan Elizabeth

We stare at each other, chests rising and falling quickly, before I break the silence. “That was a really, really good kiss,” I whisper without meaning to. For some stupid reason, when he’s around, the filter between my head and my mouth evaporates. “Olivia,” he says in a growl against my lips, and it’s low and travels straight to my belly, making it warm. It was meant to be a warning, but instead, it’s a turn-on. A dangerous, dangerous turn-on. “Andre.” My own voice is breathy, and his name on my lips has his hand tightening on my waist. “This isn’t that,” he warns, and it sounds like he’s reminding himself too. “I know.” He moves back a tiny bit, just enough to look at me, but I don’t miss how he’s still holding on to me, and I’m almost certain it’s not for any cameras. “Why do I feel like there is most definitely a but there?” I can’t fight the smile. “But, it was a really good kiss. And kisses that good should never be held to a standard of never being replicated.” There’s a tease in my voice and I don’t know who she is, this woman talking, but I really like her. “Olivia.” “Kiss me again,” I whisper. He shifts then, and I feel it. He’s hard. Not rock hard, but he’s definitely stiff beneath his jeans, and if that’s just from one silly, nonconsequential kiss, one fake kiss . . . “No.” “Andre, it doesn’t have to be anything. We—” His hand moves to my throat, tipping my head back again so I have no choice but to look him in the eyes. “I am not the kind of man wh...