Page 38 of A Lick and A Promise

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“I’ll repeat, do you want me to take your pillows and comforter back upstairs?” I inquired.

“It’s more comfortable sleeping in my bed. So”—he struggled, he bested it—“yeah.”

I stormed around him, grabbed his stuff and stormed up the stairs. I arranged both pillows and comforter nicely then tromped back downstairs.

“I’m gone,” I announced.

“See you in the morning, baby,” he called, all soft and sweet and purposefully immensely irritating.

I turned and flipped him the bird.

What could I say?

He was exasperating.

He burst out laughing.

GAH!

I slammed out.

But even as I did, I could still hear him laughing.

I loved his laugh.

Damn, he was right.

I was totally clueless.

FIVE

A LOG

I was learning Knox Chambers was greedy.

I’d come.

He’d come.

And now, after working my neck with his mouth (deliciously), he trailed his lips down my chest, took possession of the underside of my breast, lifted it, and gave my nipple a sweet tongue roll (scrumptiously).

He moved from there to my mouth, touched his lips to mine, then rolled out of bed.

After I watched his fabulous ass…I mean him disappear, I reached for the covers, pulled them over me and rolled to my back.

That—sex with Knox—was freaking fantastic.

Shockingly so. Ridiculously so. Astoundingly so.

But sadly, common sense, as it was irritatingly wont to do, was rushing in, and maybe, now that we were out of the fun flirty bits, and into the naked in bed bits, it was time to consider (seriously tardily) if this had been a mistake.

He came back from the bathroom, turned out the bedside light (the only one we bothered—or I should say he bothered, he had me otherwise occupied—to switch on) and slid in bed beside me.

Guessed that meant he was spending the night.

I wanted that…so much.

But I was wondering at the intelligence of it…a lot.

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