Page 119 of The Rebound Plan

“You are. You’re mine. My beautiful woman.” I roll her onto back and crawl on top of her. “My slut, too.”

CHAPTER 49

SHANNON

I can’t believe how easily he says it, but it doesn’t sound cruel at all. It sounds like the sweetest endearment.

Of course it does, because Russ is the sweetest guy in the world.

I smile up at him. “You don’t have to call me that if it isn’t your thing. I will love whatever we do in bed, I promise.”

He grins down at me. “What does that mean?”

I bite my lip.

Russ climbs off me and tucks his cock away, then offers me his hand. “Are you hungry? Thirsty? Can I make you some tea?”

“Tea?”

“My Nan always said a tassie makes everything better.”

“Well, then. Tea. Yes, please.”

He leads me into his kitchen and fills an electric kettle. Then he gets out two oversized mugs. “What kind of tea? I’ve got regular Scottish breakfast, green tea that isn’t really my thing but I tried it for a while, and a couple of herbal blends. This ginger peach one is nice.”

“What are you having?”

“Proper Scottish breakfast.”

“I’ll have that, too.”

He pops a tea bag in each mug, then backs me up against the counter and braces his arms next to my hips. “Now, where were we? You were trying to steer me away from calling you a slut. Did I not do it right?”

I tip my head back and laugh.

He kisses my throat, his beard lighting up my nerve endings. “Should I be meaner?”

I shiver. “Maybe.”

“I can do that. Maybe not right in this moment when I’m filled with joy, but give me a hot second and I’ll figure it out. I’m a quick study.”

He works his hands under my shirt. More electric sparks sizzle along my skin at his touch.

“I just want you, first.” I don’t know why this is so hard. Once upon a time, I had no problem talking about sex. Likes, dislikes. Green lights and hard limits.

But with those men, it was purely transactional.

With Russ, my entire future is on the line. I love him, and that makes this scary.

“Okay. We’ll go slow, but I want to get to all the dirty raunchy stuff my woman likes.”

I whimper. “Call me that more. That does it for me in a big way.”

“My woman.” He kisses me right below my ear. “Can I take your shirt off? I want to see your tits.”

“Mmhmm.” I lift my arms for him and he bares my torso.

His mouth finds mine and we kiss again, slow and deep this time. I lose myself in it, letting him consume me, that I forget about?—

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