Page 56 of Make Her Mine

Then she closes her eyes and moans. But it’s definitely a different moan than the ones when my lips were on hers.

This is a moan of frustration.

“Dammit, Jefferson,” she mutters.

“What?” That was a damned good kiss and there is no way in hell she can convince me otherwise.

“That wasn’t supposed to be good.”

When she opens her eyes and meets mine, I laugh. “No?”

“Kissing Graham was like kissing my brother. Kissing you was supposed to be like kissing my brother, but a brother I don’t like at all.”

Several thoughts and emotions hit me at once. I’d assumed she and Graham had kissed in the past, but I hate the sharp stab of jealousy that follows that confirmation. I almost equally hate the surge of satisfaction I feel at hearing that it wasn’t good. I kind of like the idea that they did try it, and nothing came of it.

And none of that is as strong as the smugness that I feel at her admission that our kiss was good.

It was great. I haven’t had a kiss like that in a really long time.

“Look at it this way,” I say, trying to keep my grin in check. “It’ll make this week easier.”

“I suppose you think we’re going to do more of that.”

Now I can’t contain my grin. “Oh yes, Lily, we’re going to do more of that.”

She tips her head back with a long, “Uuuggghhh.”

My eyes drop to the long smooth expanse of her throat. I very much want to press my lips there.

“You can’t keep calling me Lily.”

“I definitely can. Of course, I would have a pet name for you. And of course, it would be one that started out annoying.”

Finally, she chuckles and tips her head to look at me directly again. “Started out?”

“As far as everyone else knows.”

“And the fact that it still annoys me is just sprinkles on top, right?”

I squeeze her ass, then turn her toward the truck and lift her up onto the seat. “You got it.”

I watch as she crawls across the console to the passenger side.

“And, girl, you were right. Your ass definitely looks amazing in this dress.”

She doesn’t say anything as I climb up into the driver seat. But I definitely hear her heavy sigh.

It only takes her two minutes to realize that we are headed for my house and not hers.

“I need to get some stuff if I’m staying at your place. Especially if it’s for a week.”

“You can get your stuff tomorrow. Zach is obviously going to be getting to the Dixons’ soon. We’re going straight home.”

“I think it’s okay for him to think that we occasionally go to my house. We’re not living together.”

“You don’t need anything tonight. We’re in a hurry to get home.”

I feel her watching me. “We are?”

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