Addicted After All (Addicted, #5)

by Krista Ritchie

Right as I turn to Connor, his hand cups the back of my head. And his lips touch mine. My muscles solidify, and instead of just being awkwardly pressed together, he truly kisses me—with more confidence than I could ever possess. I shut my eyes while his lips close over mine, and I try to follow his lead to the best of my ability. But Connor controls the action—and I’m grateful for that. His hand falls to my neck, and I find myself gripping his bicep. My lungs thrashing for air as I cage all oxygen elsewhere. “Fifteen seconds,” I hear Poppy say. I’ve never kissed a guy before, which has to be really apparent. In the last three seconds, I feel Connor grinning against my lips. I swear he’s entertained by the weirdest things. “Time,” Poppy says. We break apart at the same moment. My lips actually slightly sting from the force. I wonder how many guys he’s kissed before. After that, I highly doubt I’m the first. There are just too many clues for me to believe otherwise. Connor rubs his bottom lip with his thumb, winks at me and then spins to Ryke. “We’re even.” Ryke nods, his brows raised in surprise. “Did anyone else think that was hot?” Daisy says with a loopy smile, past tipsy. “It was okay,” Rose says flatly, which prompts Connor to study her with intrigue. I expected her to charge at me or him—since she hates me and she loves him and we just kissed. But she doesn’t care. I can’t wrap my head around those two most of the time.

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