Surprise! If you are anything like me, you were hit with exciting news of an unexpected, surprise Tessa Bailey release! And when Bailey releases, I read. And that is just that on that people! As soon as Kini confirmed Mouth to Mouth had dropped and was hot off the presses (annnd free on KU!?!) I one clicked within an inch of my life and began the sexy immersion. Didn’t even read the blurb. Didn’t really care because, Bailey *shrugs* and I’d heard the hero was an ex-con *purs*
I hope you enjoy today’s sweet heat treats!
A man with a prison record has no place around a fresh faced college student. Tell that to Rory Prince. He should stay the hell away from Olive Cunningham. There’s one small problem, though. She won’t stop almost getting killed—and with this too-smart, too-sweet girl holding his heart in her hands, Rory is powerless to do anything but keep saving her.
Homeschooled from a young age, Olive is now out on her own and discovering the world, one milkshake flavor at a time. Until recently, she has experienced life through books. She’s walked in a million sets of shoes while flipping pages—enough to know that Rory gives her once-in-a-lifetime feelings. If only he would stop trying to protect her…from himself.
As soon as the door closed, Rory was in a potent combination of heaven and hell. He was near enough to Olive in the back seat that their thighs brushed, but he wasn’t sure if she wanted to be touched yet. So he just waited. Waited, breathed and stayed as still as possible so he wouldn’t lunge for the girl staring up at him with the most incredible eyes on the planet. The girl he loved so much, he was half-delirious just sharing the same oxygen with her.
Olive’s inhale was stuttered… Her fingers twisted in the damp hemline of her dress. “I invented reasons you probably like me, because I was so positive you would stop a-and leave again. Maybe you liked me because you needed to rescue someone, because of the time you couldn’t.” She gave him a meaningful look. “I just needed a reason—any reason—to push you away so I could avoid being… dropped. So maybe I am a naïve girl, Rory. Maybe I am. Because being without you is terrible no matter how it happens and I’ve sped it along.” A sob pushed out of her mouth, her body beginning to shake. “And I’m in love with you and you won’t even hold me now. I’ve ruined everything. I’ve—”
Rory’s arms were around her in a split second, gathering her tightly against his chest and dragging her back across the seat into his lap. She straddled him as natural as could be, their bodies locking together like two halves of a whole. His heart lurched repeatedly, shocked over going from broken to complete so fast, and he pressed a hoarse sound into her hair, running his hands over every inch of her he could reach. Her head, her back, her hips, her face. “Did you just say you’re in love with me?” “Yes,” she whispered, nodding. “Yes. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean what I said. About needing only people from school in my life. I was lying. D-did I ruin this—”
“Olive.” Every ounce of feeling inside of him—disbelief, honor, relief—went into that single use of her name. His mind raced between every word she’d said, no idea where to land first, returning over and over again to the last part. This girl loved him. She loved him back. Was he dreaming? No. No, the weight of her in his lap was real. She was there. Craving eye contact, he clasped her face in his hands, bringing their heads together. “I love you. I fucking love you. I always will. Always. Let’s get that straight first… You think I could stop loving you?” Looking into his eyes, she shook her head.
“I didn’t hold you at first because I would have broken if you were just here to keep a promise. And not because you needed me.”
“I’m here because I need you,” she said against his mouth, scooting closer on his lap. “I’m here because I need you so bad.”
Olive jumped, landing in his arms. Up against his hard chest, so reassuring, but so sexual in the way it flexed, inviting her to rub her sensitive breasts on him, twine her legs around his hips as they walked. She didn’t even care where they were going—Rory would keep her safe and he would satisfy her, thank God. Ever since meeting this man, her body was relentless in its need to be satisfied. It was an urgent quest now. She required Rory to survive. The erection wedged, thick and hard, between their bodies told Olive she wasn’t alone. She was needed, too, and it was glorious.
They’d only been walking for a matter of seconds when Rory walked them beneath the boardwalk, into the darkness, footsteps pounding above their heads. His heart pounded, too. Olive heard it as she slid down his body, his mouth attacking her from above before her toes touched the sand. And Jesus, his hands. They were under her skirt, inside the back of her panties, kneading her bottom with so much potent need, she felt dizzy on the receiving end.
“Tell me to calm down,” he rasped between kisses. “Tell me to bring you home and do this right. It should be right for you every time.”
“I love this. I need it.”
She went down on her knees, her fingers tangling together in her clumsy attempts to unzip his jeans. The move was unplanned. She’d never gone down on someone before, but the desire to drive him past his breaking point was suddenly so strong, so undeniable, she couldn’t deny it. Rory tried to drag Olive back to her feet, but she wouldn’t go.
That single word stilled his actions, but his expression was pained. “I want to so bad.”
His hand drifted over the crown of her head.
“Let me get on my knees for you instead.”
Olive had managed to drag down his zipper while he spoke and she rubbed her cheek now against his hardness where it strained inside his boxer briefs, making him hiss a breath.
“You’ve done it for me every time.” Strong fingers threaded through her hair, shaking but hesitant.
“S’because I’m addicted to the flavor you keep between your thighs,” he said, voice deep, words slurring. “If I could get away with licking it even more, I would.”
Her core throbbed at his words.
“My turn,” she murmured, easing down the waistband of his briefs, exhaling in a rush when he sprang free. Huge. Heavy. Long. Knowing Rory would pull her off the ground if she showed the slightest hint of trepidation, Olive wasted no time wrapping both hands around Rory’s wide root and guiding the head of his arousal to her mouth. She licked around the smooth dome and let him slide into her mouth, over her tongue.
“Christ,” Rory grated, his fingers tensing in her hair.
“Oh God, baby. S’good. Oh God.” The praise met her ears like a caress and sent her confidence soaring. She stroked him with eager hands toward her mouth, marveling at the way his flesh swelled with every tight pull of her fists, a hint of saltiness sliding down the back of her throat. So many textures to memorize at once, the abrasive hair of his inner thighs tickling her cheeks, his calloused fingers scraping her scalp, the ridges of his cockhead gliding over the tip of her tongue…
Cues all the fans everywhere!
Mouth to Mouth is available now! A fast, fun, sexy catnippy romance, perfect for the season!