Page 141 of Mended Hearts

Because for the first time in years, I cared what someone outside of my family thought of me. And I’d sworn never to give that kind of power away again.

But Ollie?

Ollie mattered.

And that was terrifying.

“Those are my personal preference,” he breathed, and then he brushed his lips over mine. The touch was so gentle, so tender that my heart sang. I dug my fingers into his waist, holding him against me and fighting the urge to grind against the thigh he wedged between my knees.

Like one of those pretty bikini bitches had waved a checkered flag, my libido flew off the starting line, determined to finish first.

Dammit, hormones. I could blame those for everything, right? Like the heat igniting in my skin, and the way my hands wandered of their own accord? Like the bone-deep need to taste this man in the back of my throat?

Ollie’s tongue skillfully slipped between my lips, his flavor bursting over my tastebuds sending me sucking down a breath a beat before those strong hands I loved slipped under the cropped t-shirt I’d gotten for pajamas this year. Warm and rough, he was apparently just as desperate as I was. I moaned when he slid his palm up my ribs until he could tease my nipple and send a jolt of energy down my spine.

“Leigh,” he warned, but I just swallowed the word. I’d never been a tremendous fan of my name, but God, whenthisman growled it…I could hearthatforever. I slid a hand down between us to cup his cock through his new red sweatpants. He groaned into my mouth when I stroked my thumb down the length of him. “Trouble,” he growled again.

I didn’t stop.

“What’s it say about me that I want to feel you between my legs tomorrow,” I whispered. “So I know this is real.”

“That you’re mine?” he asked.

I nodded, slipping my fingers into his hair, clutching tight.

Mine. The word reverberated through me like a bell. Terrifying and intoxicating all at once.

“Yours,” I breathed, loving the way that word dripped off my tongue for him to devour with each decadent kiss.

Then he broke away just enough to murmur, “Come with me.”

“To the hotel?”

He nodded.

“Aren’t Grey and Alice staying with you?”

“We booked the top floor. Two separate suites. Two bedrooms each.” He searched my face. “Let me make it up to you tonight.”

“You don’t need to make up for anything?—”

His fingers settled over my lips.

“Let me show you how good I can make you feel.”

“Our predicament would indicate I’m already familiar with your pleasure stick.”

He smirked, lips twitching. “Just getting started.”

“That sounds like a challenge.”

“Youlikechallenges.”

“I do,” I whispered, grinding against his thigh.

“Then come with me.” He winked. “We’ll see who can get the other off faster.”

My smirk crept up my cheeks until it was a full on grin, and I shook my head. “And you callmetrouble.”

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