Page 74 of Awaiting the Storm

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I bite my bottom lip, heartbeat picking up.

Me: Maybe.

Case: Matty.

Me: Yes?

Case: You trying to kill me?

That makes me laugh.

Me: Maybe. Fair is fair, considering what you did to me in your truck last night.

Case: What I did to you? I’m the one who had to take two ice-cold showers.

Me: Two?

Case: Yeah. Because once I got into bed, I started remembering how you looked when you shattered in my lap while I touched you.

My breath catches.

Me: You’re very good with your hands, Mr. Galloway.

Case: You haven’t even felt the half of it, baby. Wait until I get my mouth on you.

My thighs press together on instinct. I tug the flannel closer around me.

Me: Promises, promises.

Case: That’s a guarantee.

Case: And next time, I’m going to have you begging.

A shiver rolls down my spine.

Me: You like the idea of me begging?

Case: Fuck yes.

Case: You. In my shirt. Crying my name with my hands and mouth on your body.

I swallow hard, my breath seizing.

Me: And then what?

Case: No.

Me: What?

Case: Not over text.

Case: I want to show you in person. So I can watch your face.

Me: When?

Case: Tomorrow. I’ll stop to pick you up on my way back from Jackson. Pack an overnight bag.

I stare at the screen, my pulse hammering.

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