Page 120 of The Rebound Plan

His hands stop their slide up my back when they reach the curling piece of second skin that’s plastered over the tattoo.

“What’s that?”

“Actually, you could, um, take that off for me?”

I turn around, and hold my breath.

He traces over the bandage first, his fingertip so gentle. “My turn.”

“Do you remember?”

His finger reaches the tiny crown at the top of the scrawled words. “Oh, I remember, my queen.”

He turns me around, his hands on my hips.

“Myqueen,” he growls, crushing his mouth to mine.

As we kiss, fire mounting, he unzips my jeans and shoves them down my hips.

The kettle finishes boiling and he doesn’t stop touching me.

“About sex…” I manage to pant. “Some of the things I like are…”

He unsnaps my bra. “Shameful?”

“Yes.”

“Says who?” He groans happily as he fills his hands with my tits. “If it feels good, it feels good. Simple as that.”

“Nothing about sex has ever been simple for me.”

“Then we should see if we can change that.” He leans in and sucks at one of my nipples, his gaze on my face the whole time.

My eyelids flutter half-shut, hooding my gaze as the sensation of being this seen in my desires overwhelms me.

He rakes that nipple through his teeth, then repeats the attention on the other side.

And then he kneels in front of me.

“My queen,” he murmurs, lifting one leg and kissing my kneecap before he hooks that thigh over his shoulder.

Then he tugs my panties to the side and presses a deep, pulling kiss right to my core. His tongue flicks up to my clit, over and over again, until I’m rocking against his face, getting his beard wet.

His tongue feels so good, but it’s not what I want inside me right now.

“Russ,” I beg. “Russell.”

He immediately looks up. “Yeah?”

“I want you inside me.”

He immediately rises to his feet and kisses me.

“You taste like me,” I whisper, echoing earlier. “You taste good.”

“I sure fucking do.” He’s breathing hard. “Stay here. Don’t move. I’ll get a condom. Or wait. We should go to my bed, right? I don’t think it’s made. Please don’t stop loving me over that.”

I laugh and throw my arms around him. “Here is fine. An unmade bed sounds amazing too.” And I take a deep breath. “You don’t need the condom, though. Unless you want it. I have an IUD.”

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