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“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m never going to want to let you go. Do you think it’s been easy for me the last few days? After what we did in the car?”
“You’ve been a dick.”
“Because I’ve been trying like hell not to grow too attached, and I kinda didn’t think you would.”
“You didn’t think I was capable of having feelings?”
“Not for me.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m a redneck country bumpkin.”
“Luke…you’re everything.”
“I can’t even tell you what that means to me.”
“If we’re both going to be miserable when I leave, we might as well be miserable and sexually sated.”
I crack a grin, because, in the worst of times, Lexi makes the situation light. She makes things funny.
And while we should definitely discontinue any physical aspect of our relationship, I can’t bring myself to let her go.
“I guess your logic checks out.”
She squeals, then hops from her seat onto my lap, straddling me as she plants frantic kisses along my jaw.
“Jesus Christ, woman—are you hopped up on Horny Goat Weed?”
“This whole angry lust thing is potent.”
I brush stray strands of hair away from her face. “While I enjoy that you want me so badly, I don’t want it like this.”
She pouts. “Then how do you want me?”
I stand, lifting her. She wraps her legs around me as I start walking.
“Naked, in my bed, slow, sensual, your legs wrapped around my face, my stubble brushing against your thigh.”
She groans.
I throw her down on my bed. “Tell me you’re not going to deny me this time.”
She curls up, propping herself on her elbows. “I see no reason to.”
Halfway through popping the buttons to my shirt, Lexi leans forward and works them from the bottom up.
“Whoa, someone’s a little overeager.”
“When you said slow, I didn’t think it’d take you a week to get your damn shirt off. Your precinct should really consider switching to velcro.”
As she slides my work shirt off, I grab the bottom of her tank and pull it up her body, casting it aside. Then off comes my undershirt.
Frantic hands move to my belt buckle, pulling and ripping, hurrying to free my erection.
