Page 72 of Indecent Lies

“I don’t know. Out. Somewhere that isn’t here, so I could formulate my apology just right, now you’ve ruined it, so I’m sorry! That’s all you get. I’m sorry for yesterday.”

“This is my house,” he told her, “and I have no job and it’s fucking snowing a blizzard outside.”

Her eyes cut over to the windows and sure enough, great sheets of the white stuff was falling from the sky. If not for the possibility of her stomach caving down to her bare feet, she might have pulled on her boots to dance in the alleyway around back. It looked serene and beautiful, she could almost … nearly forget all her troubles and the man on the couch in his black sweatpants and t-shirt glowering at her.

“Well, I guess that’s a fine excuse.” She conceded, with her brow pinched in the middle and she heard him laugh.

“Gee, thanks, baby, for not tossing me out of my own house.”

She flipped her messy hair over one shoulder and glanced only briefly at him. “You’re welcome.”

Her back to him now, she thought it best not to look at his face for a while, until she got over her mortification at offering her body and having him huff and gruff and blow her house down.

Apparently, bikers were so touchy.

“I’m making coffee, I guess I can make you some too and food if you haven’t eaten. I’m so hungry I nearly ate a jar of face cream because it’s called golden butter, but I licked it and it was not at all like butter, Tait. I don’t have to go into work, Paige said she doesn’t need me until Saturday, that’s the busiest day.”

She went on and on.

She was ready to switch the coffee machine on when a hand on her arm pulled her around.

Her mouth opened on a surprised O and it didn’t get any better, because Tait grabbed Poppy up in his arms and shoved her onto the kitchen counter, widening her legs with his hands and he stepped in.

“Do you ever shut up?”

Her eyes rounded. Well of all the nerve.

“That wasn’t very nice.TAIT.”

His name came out startled because he crushed his mouth down on hers, stifling whatever else she had in mind to say to him.

In an instant his taste flooded her whole mouth like a tsunami and she fell into him. Call her a sucker, but she didn’t hesitate in kissing back the man who only yesterday rejected her.

Tait was utterly delicious and she went deep with hardly a blink in between.

Twining both of her arms around his neck.

He was skilled.

And a perfect kisser.

When he pulled back, it was only to hoist her up by the butt and stroll across the floor to dump her on the couch.

He got in between her legs, hovering right there, holding himself up on his hands looking down at her and Poppy’s system went into spasmodic inner flaring at the look of sex on his face.

If she didn’t think she’d ruin the moment she might have squealed a “yippee.” Instead, she locked her feet around his calves and pulled him all the way down until he landed deliciously heavy on top of her.

His mouth found her neck and hesucked hard. “Fuck, I need to eat your pussy.”

“Oh, my gosh, Tait. Do you just say it like that?”

“Baby, you offered me it yesterday, don’t say you’re taking it back.”

“I didn’t quite put it in those words. I said fooling around.”

“What do you think fooling around means? Tickle fights?”

“I don’t know, maybe really intense cuddling,” she was joking just so she could watch his eyes crinkle at the edges.

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