Page 79 of Nothing to Fear

Grumbling, he sank a hand into his inside pocket and raised a phone to his ear.

“Yeah!”

Okay, he didn’t have to shout. Sitting up, she closed her robe and knotted the belt. He immediately grabbed it, shaking his head, but the interruption was the sanity she needed.

“Yeah, two minutes,” he said into the phone as she got to her feet. “Yeah… Baby?”

“I have to get dressed.”

She rounded into the hall and hurried to her bedroom. Hair and makeup were done. Or, huh, maybe she needed to freshen up the smudges of lipstick and smooth a little more serum over those flyaways.

As she dug lip gloss from her makeup bag, his reflection appeared in the mirror above hers. Wrapping her in his arms, he stooped, the warmth of his kiss on the side of her neck never got old.

“We started something in there…”

“What happened to eating with your parents?”

“They’ll wait.”

She laughed and bent closer to the mirror to apply her gloss.

“Mmm,” his groan of satisfaction moved her hips.

Was it fair to undulate against his impressive arousal? Maybe not, but, shit, she didn’t have a choice. Biology drove her hormones and worked her muscles of their own accord. Wasn’t her fault biology was horny.

He caught her hips, pulling them close, then sinking back, trailing his kiss to the groove between her shoulder blades. With a feather’s touch, the caress of the tip of his tongue quaked through to her bones. Adoration and need fought to conquer better sense.

“Darroch,” she whispered, somehow rolling against the vanity to face him. “Your family?

His mouth stopped seeking hers to release a groan. “Cherry—”

“I have an early appointment tomorrow.”

“What? Why’d—”

“Stay tonight. Here. With me.”

That was her train of thought. For a few seconds, his gaze was sharp, then just as quickly fogged with desire again.

“Cherry—”

“Think about it.”

“Oh, I will, believe me.”

How was he just so perfect?

“We have to go downstairs,” she said. “Can I put on my dress?”

“Can I watch?”

Shoving him out of the bedroom, she laughed. “No! Go in the living room, be a gentleman.”

“Only ‘cause my mom’s watching.”

He cast another look over his shoulder on his way out and closed the door.

They hadn’t been anywhere yet and she was already excited about how the night would end. Her original dress choice was ignored in lieu of a dark gray cowl-neck. It would go much better with Darroch’s outfit. For some reason, matching him, complementing their outfits, turned her on. She wanted to be his and to show the world he belonged to her.

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