Page 32 of Recklessly Rogue

He’s over the top. He has been since the first time I met him, even when he thought I was Scarlett and the woman who had a hot weekend fling with his best friend and broke his heart. But, if I’m being honest, I like his extremes.

It’s nice to have someone care that much.

He’s probably going to set up cameras, or hell, some booby traps or something around my property.

And I should find that ridiculous.

Instead, I’m hot and tingly.

When I hear him come back in, I scoot up the stairs quickly.

He can sleep on the couch. Fine. Whatever.

He can also sleep in my room. His choice. He knows his way around the house. And even if he didn’t, he’s the type to just make himself comfortable wherever he is.

But I am sleeping in Mariah’s room. And I’m going to push a dresser in front of the door. Not to keep him out, but to keep myselfin.

I head for my room first though. I need to get some of my things out of there and need to do it before he’s in there. Pajamas, a book because there’s no way I’m going to be able to fall asleep right away, one of my pillows, my hairbrush, and body lotion. I pause beside my bedside table. Where my vibrators reside.

Yeah. I am probably going to need one of those. Damn him anyway.

Of course, even when he’s thousands of miles away in another country and I think I’m not going to see him again for months, I’m still using these things and thinking of him.

Of course, I’m going to be using one when he’sinmy house. And just kissed the hell out of me.

And was amazing to my scared friend.

And was amazing to her little boy.

And has been amazing to every person I’ve ever seen him interact with.

Except for Chris. Which was amazing in its own way.

With a sigh, I yank the drawer open and grab my favorite little pink friend.

I step out into the hallway, turn left to go to Mariah’s room, and run directly into a hard, very good-smelling chest.

My book slides out of my arms and my vibrator drops right on top of it.

We both look down. Then up, our gazes colliding.

“I’m not sleeping on the couch,” Henry tells me.

“Fine. Your call.” I bend, grab my vibrator and book, and try to step past him.

He steps in my way.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Going to bed.”

“Not with that.”

I hug everything closer to my chest. “I like my pillows way better than Mariah’s. Hers are too flat.” I know he’s not talking about my pillow

He reaches out and plucks the vibrator out of my fingers. He holds it up.

My body immediately flushes hot. We’ve used that exact vibrator together, in the room just behind me, and my body reacts like he’s turned it on and touched it to my clit.

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