Page 65 of Bulletproof Weeks

In the mirror, she watched him watch her lick between them, then take them both deep into her mouth. The musky, salty flavor of her was a surprise.

His teeth grazed the shell of her ear. “That was mine.”

She turned her head up and slid her fingers along the nape of his neck. “Want a taste?”

He brought his hand up to her neck and held her there. The glitter of danger made her throb, and the dirty, deep-throated kiss kicked up her pulse. She lost her breath. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and invaded every part of her. He dragged his teeth over her lower lip then tipped her head back enough for him to scrape over her chin only to return to her mouth for another thorough taste.

She broke away from him and escaped into the bedroom.

Her entire body was vibrating.

Fuck.

Did they really need to go to Great Barrington today?

When he filled the doorway, his fingers digging into the doorjamb, she swallowed. Yes. She wanted him out in the sunshine, out with people. As much as her body gave a shriek of protest, she adjusted herself and zipped up the side of her dress.

And because she liked to poke the bear, even when he was ready to growl and claw, she smiled at him. “I can’t wait to feel that goatee between my thighs tonight.”

“Izzy.”

“You were the one that wanted to wait.”

“I’m an idiot.”

“As long as you’re aware of it.” She picked up her purse and threw what she hoped was a careless grin over her shoulder. “Come on yuppie douche, we’re wasting daylight.”

He rushed up behind her and scooped her up. “What did you call me?”

Her shout of laughter filled the hallway. “Put me down,” she said mid-squeal.

“Nope.”

She gripped his forearms and held on. And the laughter felt good.

Twenty-One

After the first hour of shopping in the heart of downtown Great Barrington, Logan started to relax. Izzy’s disguise was holding up. Of course a beautiful day in mid-July probably helped that. It was hot, but not the sticky heat of August yet. People were idly browsing like they were, and still others were in work mode.

Weekends were most definitely work days for him. So, them out on a Wednesday afternoon was probably even safer than his disguise. He had a cloth shopping bag over his shoulder with a few of Izzy’s purchases, but for the most part she seemed to enjoy being out of the house more than anything else.

Guilt tried to creep up and sit on his shoulders, but her happy smile kept beating it back. It was his fault she was cooped up in the house all the time. He wanted to take her into the city and bring her to his favorite restaurants, to bring her into town and sit at Valentine’s Diner for the meatloaf special, for fuck’s sake.

But he’d let fear rule him again.

Seeing her out like this only made that fact achingly clear.

She spun around in front of him, the bell skirt of her dress swirled around her knees and made every inch of her tanned legs irresistible as hell. It was a flashback to the very first time he’d seen her in the barn. Just as gorgeous and full of life. He caught her hand and dragged her into him for a light kiss. “Hungry?”

She tipped her head and traced her finger over the buttons of his polo shirt. “I could eat.”

He nodded across the street. “How’s pizza sound?”

She cupped his hand in hers and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, then leaned back into him with easy affection. “Pepperoni and mushroom?”

He brushed his nose along her nape. “Someone has really been enjoying salty and spicy tastes today.”

Laughing, she drew him across the street. From the corner of his eye, he saw Sarah cross after them. Determined not to think about their bodyguard or the reasons for needing her, he followed Izzy into the pizza place. His belly growled loudly at the tang of tomato sauce and garlic on the air.

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