Page 473 of One More Kiss

She chews her bottom lip as if she’s really thinking about it. “Depends. Are you going to offer your cock to me again?”

“Henry?” My brows lift. “I knew you missed him.” I smirk at all the memories of him chasing and scaring the shit out of her.

She chuckles again then shakes her head. “No, not that cock.”

I choke on my words before I can even spit them out. “Shit. You’re still as feisty as I remember.”

Her lips spread into a wide, knowing grin. “C’mon, Casanova. Take me to your lair.”

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After Vada introducesher assistant to me and explains she’ll be riding with me, we take off in my car. The woman looked at me like I was a figment of her imagination.

“Are you sure you didn’t mean to say riding me instead?” Holding her hand as I drive back to my house, I press her knuckles to my lips as we fall right back into our old rhythm. “Or are you two not that close?” I flash her a cocky grin.

“Ha! Still as confident and arrogant as I remember.” She squeezes her hand in mine. “Quite the opposite actually. She probably knows more about me than I do. She takes care of my schedule and everything, down to what underwear I wear that day.”

“Really?” I arch a brow in her direction before sliding the material of her dress up her thigh and revealing red, lacy panties. “Remind me to send her a thank-you card.”

She bursts out laughing. “Please don’t. She’ll take it to heart and frame it or something.”

Once we arrive at the house, I study Vada’s features, and I’m positive memories of us here together are flooding through her mind. She looks around, her face contorting into something unrecognizable.

“What’s on your mind?” I ask once we’re standing on the sidewalk in front of the house. Grabbing her hand, I pull her body toward mine. “I’m really happy you’re here.”

“It feels a little like déjà vu,” she says, honestly. “And it scares me a little.”

“Don’t be scared, sweetheart.” I press a soft kiss against her mouth. “I don’t bite, unless requested of course.”

“Why can’t I get you out of my head, Ethan Rochester?” She tilts her head as she asks the question. “You’re bad news.”

“Probably because I’m the best sex you’ve ever had,” I say, confidently.

Her eyes widen as the realization hits her. “Oh my God.” She covers a hand over her mouth, laughing. “You read the book.”

“Of course, I did.” I smile in return. “It was the church’s book club pick of the month. Very popular with the older ladies, by the way.”

Her cheeks redden, and her eyes bug out in embarrassment. “Stop it!”

“I’m serious! I couldn’t look Aunt Millie in the eyes for weeks once she learned of my cock piercing.” I chuckle, shaking my head at the memory of her reading those parts.

Her face falls into her palms as she dies laughing. “Guess they read between the lines.”

“Yeah, Nathan?” I quirk a brow.

She’s still laughing. “Fuck. I honestly didn’t think you’d even hear about it.”

“Seriously? It’s been in the local papers for weeks and in those ‘anticipated reads’ articles. Apparently, being with a Casanova excites a lot of people.” I wink.

“Aunt Millie must think I’m a slut,” she blurts out as I lead her down the path to the front of the house.

“No, but she thinks I’m a manwhore. So thanks for that,” I tease, taking out my keys and unlocking the door.

“She thought that long before I came around.” She laughs.

“True.”

After walking into the house, I lead her into the kitchen and pin her against the wall. I know I should be taking it slow with her, considering we still have so much to discuss, but I can’t pass up this opportunity. I have no idea what it’ll lead to—if anything at all—and I’ve been miserably waiting for this day to come.

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