Page 12 of Full Coverage (Boys of Fall)

“Do you want to see my tattoo and my body powder is peach flavored are notidiotic,” he told her.

Her cheeks heated again and she stepped back until he had no choice but to let his hand drop.

“Dammit, Nolan. Do you remember every dumbass thing I ever said to you?”

He wouldn’t categorize them as dumbass, but yeah, he probably did. “I have a really good memory. It’s not you, it’s me,” he told her.

That got a tiny smile. “Well, that’s definitely not true,” she said. “But that’s cute.”

“Cute enough to go back to the newspaper office idea?” he asked. But he knew the moment was past. He tucked his hands into his pockets.Fuck.

“Sorry.” She took a big breath and shrugged. “I can’t explain it, Nolan,” she said, her eyes full of a strange combination of confusion and frustration and maybe a touch of regret. “I get worked up around you and my mouth runs away with me—either saying the dumbest stuff I’ve ever said to anyone or I’m kissing you like I’m some desperate, horny lush.”

Something about all that made him step forward and take her upper arms in his hands. “You are not dumb and you’re not desperate. And I don’t care if we’re talking or kissing—Ilikewhen your mouth runs away with you.”

Then he sealed his lips over hers and kissed her with all the pent-up emotions he’d been carrying around since the last time.

It took only two seconds for her to moan and press closer. He moved his hands to her ass and her arms went around his neck. Their tongues stroked, their breathing grew ragged and their hands began wandering. Nolan walked her back until she was against the side of Pitchers. His hand went back to the breast that he’d barely brushed earlier, now cupping it, reveling in how fucking perfect it felt, and playing with the hard tip through her shirt and bra. Randi made a soft, needy sound in her throat, and he nearly ripped her clothes off right then and there.

He tore his mouth away from hers. “The back door of the school still broken?”

She nodded. “You ever get a blowjob in that office?”

Nolan choked on the breath he’d been trying to take. He’d never gotten a blowjob within the Quinn city limits. “You want to—”

The door to Pitchers whacked Nolan in the back.

“Oh my God, I’m sorry!” Annabelle apologized as she walked through and let the door swing shut behind her.

Nolan slowly straightened away from Randi, taking his hand from her breast long before he was ready. Again.

Just then, Jackson came striding up the front walk. “What’s up, everyone?”

It was a casual question but when Nolan turned, he saw Jackson’s sharp gaze taking in every detail.

“I thought you guys had already left,” Annabelle said.

“Yeah, we were…talking,” Randi said.

Nolan glanced at her. She looked frustrated. He wasn’t sure if it was the reminder of yet another strange one-on-one interaction with him or if it was their making out getting interrupted, but it made him want to pull her close and tell her it was okay.

“I lovetalking,” Jackson said, his emphasis on the last word making it clear he knew they hadn’t been only talking.

Annabelle peered at Randi. “You okay?”

Randi ran a hand through her hair. “I’m fine.”

Nolan really hoped that wasn’t true. Becausehedefinitely wasn’t fine.

“Need a ride?” Jackson asked Randi.

“Nope. Totally sober,” she told him. “Really, really sober,” she added on a mutter.

Nolan almost grinned at that.

“Okay, you ready to go?” Jackson asked his fiancée.

Anabelle shot Randi another look but nodded. “Yeah.”

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