Fighting for Love (Boston Love #2) Read Online Kelly Elliott

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Boston Love Series by Kelly Elliott
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Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 118693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 593(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
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Spinning around, I attempted to get myself under control. Jesus, am I that horny that a lip is turning me on? A busted lip to top it off!

My body trembled when he touched my shoulders. “Hey, are you okay?”

I was frozen. There was something about this guy that made me want him—badly. When he turned me, his finger lifted my head to meet his gaze.

“Rory? What’s wrong?”

My gaze fell to his lips, and I swear I heard my heart pounding.

“I feel so stupid.” Lifting my eyes to his, I let out a nervous bubble of laughter. “I’m never like this. Ever. It’s just…I want…I want.”

His eyes turned darker, and I had the feeling I wasn’t the only girl to turn to jelly around him.

“You want what?”

My gaze drifted past his shoulders to his mantel and landed on a picture of him standing outside his station.

Engine 33.

No!

That’s why he has Flash. He’s at Daddy’s station. Why, cruel world? Why?

Snapping out of my temporary moment of sanity, I looked back at him. “I want to go get Flash dog food. I mean…you should go get him dog food, and I want to come. Well, only if you need me to come. I’ve had dogs before. Well, not that you haven’t. Have you? Of course you have. Everyone’s had a dog at some point in their life. Right? Well, that might be a general assumption that everyone’s had a dog in their life. You might have had a cat.”

Dear Lord. Someone take the shovel from me.

His brows lifted. “Are you finished?”

Sinking my teeth into my lip, I nodded. “I think so.”

When his thumb brushed across my lip, my breath hitched.

“Because I’m almost positive you wanted me to kiss you.”

“Kiss me?” I asked as an awkward laugh blurted from my lips.

The left corner of his mouth rose into a half smile, and my heart melted.

“Yes. Kiss you.”

What harm would come from one kiss? As long as my father didn’t find out I was with Finn…alone in his condo. One little kiss. I deserved it, after all.

“Yes,” I barely spoke.

His hand moved to the back of my neck, and he took a step closer to me. Tilting his head and giving me the cutest damn look I’d ever seen, he asked, “Is that a yes to you wanting me to kiss you?”

Slowly nodding, I replied, “That is most certainly a yes.”

When his lips pressed to mine, it felt like an explosion. His tongue moved across my lips, prompting me to let him have more. I didn’t even have to second-guess it. I opened my mouth to him.

Our tongues mingled together, slowly at first, until Finn’s other hand moved to my hip. He dug in and pulled me flush against his body. The moan that slipped from my mouth must have been his sign to pick it up. The kiss intensified. The heat between us was undeniable.

I grabbed onto him and held on tight as things turned more passionate. I’d never in my life been kissed with so much passion.

Does he feel it too or is this my inexperience?

When I couldn’t take not having air any longer, I pulled back and stared into his green eyes. My chest rose and fell heavily while I attempted to sear the moment into my memory. I’d never experienced a first like that before and was positive I never would again.

Finn leaned his forehead against mine and softly spoke my name.

“Rory.”

Closing my eyes, I fought to ignore the tightness in my chest. It was almost as if I could hear it in Finn’s voice. The doubt. The uncertainty of there ever being an us.

He knew who I was. He had to. He’d said he asked around and he knew my name, so that had to mean he know he worked for my father, and that an us could never happen.

Could it?

Finn

Dates and bad dogs

Rory walked next to me in silence. That kiss blew my fucking mind, and I knew it had hers as well. I knew she’d also figured out what engine company I worked for. I saw it the moment she saw the photo.

The one where her father was captain.

“Are you sure you want to help me get all of this stuff?”

She glanced up at me and grinned. “I’m positive. This has been my first weekend off in a few years. I’m having fun.”

She thought we were having fun. Poor girl had no idea what fun was. “A few years?” I asked with a horrified expression.

She chuckled. “I know. I know. Classic workaholic here.”

“Do you have a dog?”

Laughing, she replied, “No way. I work long hours and am never home; I’d kill the poor thing. You’re lucky—you get to take your dog to work.”

I sighed as we walked into the little mom-and-pop pet shop.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s the Cap’s way of telling me he dislikes me. The station dogs usually stay at the station, not go home with one of us.”


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