“Fuck..." he laughs under his breath, voice breaking on it as he keeps them pressed against his lips. Then his eyes open, gaze crawling up andupuntil it hits mine. "I fuckin' missed you."
My armor doesn’t even rattle. It gives.
My head falls back to his chest.
I breathe him in, and his scent floods?—
cologne and the Clover soaked into his hot skin.
“Sonny, you break? Go through hell?
“Let me be there. And next time?”
He kisses the inside of my palm.
“I wanna feel it inmyhand.”
I drop back against the wall,
my eyes sliding up to his.
And he hits me with the full Jersey?—
a lazy grin with eyes that say,
yeah, I fuckin’ said it. Now what?
His brows lift. “That gonna be a problem?”
My pulse hasn’t evened out.
My thighs are still trembling.
“Yeah,” I say. “You keep this up, I’m not gonna be the only addict in the room.”
His lips part, about to speak,
then shut as his smile takes over instead.
A blush follows after.
He dips in close—“Too late, angel.
“You gonna give me the damn contract? Or keep pretendin’ I’m not already in this with you? ‘Cause we can drag this out for another ten chapters, your call.”
A laugh stumbles out of me.
“Feels like we already skipped a few.”
He tilts his chin, eyes hooked on mine.
Then he licks his bottom lip?—
“What chapter you think we’re on now of me chasin’ your stubborn ass?”
I answer without thinking—“Five.”
“Twenty-One,” he says at the same time.
