Page 128 of Rock Chick Rescue

“Yes you are,” he returned, cupping the back of my head and pressing it into his throat again. “You have no idea what you want to say.”

“Do too,” I grumbled against his throat.

“Then say it.”

Damn.

Damn, damn, damn.

“Well…” I drew the word out long until I felt his body shake and I had the feeling he was laughing.

My head came back up.

“Are you laughing?”

He wasn’t only laughing, he was smiling, white teeth, dark skin, dimple and all.

“Chiquita, you’re adorable.”

“I’mnotadorable,” I snapped.

He shook his head and rolled over, taking me with him so I was on top. I pulled up with my forearms on either side of him.

“You are,” he said when I was looking down on him. “You’re the only woman I know who can come that hard and start arguing five minutes later.”

“I didn’t come ‘that hard,’” I lied.

His face changed, the satisfaction deepened and I held my breath.

“You did. I watched.”

Wonderful.

“Okay. You want to know what I have to say?” I asked, deciding I’dmuchrather be on this subject than on the subject of how hard I climaxed.

His brows went up. “You remember?”

My eyes narrowed. “Don’t be a jerk.”

He rolled again, this time me on my back, Eddie up on his forearm, half his body on mine.

“Okay,chiquita, I’m listening.”

And he was.

Shitanddamn.

I looked at the ceiling. “Fine, then. You and me. We’re not going to work.”

He didn’t say anything so I looked at him.

He was watching me, his eyes hard to read. I just stared at him.

Then he spoke. “That’s it?”

I nodded. “That’s it.”

“Let me get this straight.” He didn’t move, just watched me. “You’re lyin’ naked in my bed and you’re breaking up with me?”

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