Page 124 of Nothing to Fear

“Folie à deux.”

“Damn, I hope so.”

When he tried for a kiss, she laughed and ducked away. “Kissing isn’t part of your rehab.”

“Feels so good, it’ll cure me.”

“Your momma told you to behave.”

“Yeah, and my woman ordered me to bed. I’ve got to keep her happy. No brothers here to interrupt.”

“Okay,” she said, laughing as he went left and right countering her avoidance of his kiss. “Lie down.”

“Huh?”

“Lie on your back,” she said, planting her hands on his shoulders and moving with him as he complied.

“I’m liking this,” he said, running his hands up her back as she straddled him. “What comes next?” She unhooked her bra and tossed it away. “I’m the luckiest guy alive.”

Her fingertips met his lips before she sank forward to replace them with her own. “Your luck is directly linked to your ability to control your smart mouth.”

“You’re not the first woman to tell me that,” he said. Her switch of head angle provoked a different smile. “But you will be the last. My last. Ever.”

Damn right, because she wasn’t getting into this for the short-term. He’d been hurt. Alone. And she knew what that felt like. Despite their differences, something in them called to the other. What other explanation could there be for how they were drawn to each other. Fate, it could only be destiny.

Running her hands across his body, up, down, her fingers danced in each muscular valley. Why was it she got to feast on such an incredible guy?

Her exploration descended and descended. She wanted to be able to say her lips had touched every part of him, every pore and freckle. Learning him, earning him, would become her new hobby.

It helped that as she kissed and licked, her body rubbed on his, on a specific part of him pleased by her attention.

Her lips grazed his navel, traced the line of hair descending to his groin and—

A phone rang.

Startled, she rose, not much, enough to make him gasp.

“Ignore it, it’ll stop.”

“It might be important.”

“It’s too late for Mom.”

“What if Tripp needs a ride?”

“He can afford a cab,” he said, his hand landing on her head with a reluctant pressure that eased and returned like he wasn’t quite sure what to do.

The ringing stopped and she relaxed against him. His cotton covered cock found sanctuary between her breasts.

When it seemed he’d stalled, uncertain what to do next, she rested her mouth on his torso.

“You don’t disappoint, Mr. Breckenridge. Am I disappointing you?”

“Baby, you keep doing what you’re doing and I’ll blow my pride right here. You want to see it?”

“No,” she whispered, surging up to kiss his lips. “I want to taste it.”

His arms came around her fast, but she sat straight, thwarting his effort to take the lead.

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