Page 86 of Cuffed (Everyday Heroes 1)
We sink into the kiss. There is no rush, just a sense that we are feeling each other out to see where we go from here.
A part of me doesn’t want to know that answer.
I just want to enjoy the moment.
Live in the now.
Forget the complications that being with Grant Malone could cause in my life.
“Are we going to do this?” he murmurs against my lips.
A long, slow, mesmerizing kiss that leaves me weak in the knees when weakness isn’t a thing I allow.
“Do what?”
A nip of my bottom lip.
“Do this. You. Me. Friends.”
A hand runs languorously up and down my spine before landing on my ass and pulling me tighter against him.
“Friends don’t do this.”
His chuckle is muted against my lips.
“You and I have never been anything close to normal, Em.”
A lick of his tongue against mine makes me press into him when he leans back.
“You’re too sexy, and I’m too horny to walk away tonight without sleeping with you . . .” I murmur playfully. And truthfully.
“You’re goddamn right . . . so is that a yes?”
“Yes,” I grunt as his hand on my ass slides inside the waistband of my shorts.
The thumb on his other hand brushes the underside of my breast. A tease. A taunt. A promise of what’s to come.
“But there are rules,” I say before he goes to kiss me again, and I earn a chuckle as he rests his forehead against mine.
“I thought we already covered them?”
“We did, but—ahhh.”
His teeth tug on my earlobe and cause an electric current to shock through my system.
“You were saying?” His breath is warm against my skin as he asks.
“Before was a one-night thing,” I say, but his lips on my neck are making it hard to string thoughts let alone coherent sentences together. “And now we’re agreeing to more.”
“Em.” It’s part groan, part moan when his lips try to brush against mine as I take a step backward up the stairs. It’s only a fleeting moment that we’re apart before our mouths crash back together in a torrent of greed and need.
“No romance.”
It’s getting harder to remember the things I want to address as my body ignites with every kind of want imaginable.
“Naturally.”
He places open-mouthed kisses down the line of my jaw, drawing goose bumps over my skin as we take another step up.
