Laughter bubbles up. “You mean you didn’t see me knocking your groceries out of your hands as the greatest form of flirting?”
“I really needed those eggs.”
My smile fades. She had.
“Luckily you made it up to me.” She steps close, lifts up on tiptoe, her eyes connecting with mine,searchingmine. “So…are you going to make it up to me now?” A brush of her mouth over mine, her nails biting lightly into my shoulders. “Tonight?”
“We should?—”
She kisses me.
And I stop thinking about all the mistakes I made, about all the ways everything went wrong.
All I can do isfeel.
The softness of her lips against mine. The gentle curves of her body. The way her moan drifts through the air as I kiss my way along her jaw, down her throat.
Touching her earlier hadn’t been nearly enough.
I need more. Ineedeverything.
Lifting her into my arms, I carry her down the hall. But even as I’m walking, I can’t stop kissing her, can’t stop touching her.
Silky skin. Plump lips. Sleek tongue.
Her legs are around my waist and I can feel the heat of her even through the layers of our clothes. I know she’ll be wet and hot, slick and tight.
Know she’ll be mine.
Even with everything that’s happened between us, all that still remains to be solved, that isn’t going to change.
I won’t let her go.
Not ever again.
She nips at my throat and I growl, dumping her on the mattress as heat arrows straight for my cock.
“Behave,” I order.
Her mouth twitches. “But you really like it when Idon’tbehave.”
She’s right.
I fell in love with the sweet girl with a spine of steel.
And then again with the woman who found joy in the journey, who never gave up, and who made it her life’s mission to find out every single part of me—good or bad or in between…
And that included what I liked—andreallyliked—in bed.
Of course there wasn’t anything I didn’t like, not when it came to Briar’s body and hands and mouth andmind.
She puts that gorgeous mind of hers to use, shoving me to my back and clambering on top of me.
I don’t fight it—why would I when she’s exactly where I want her to be…and when her hands are pushing my shirt up and she’s bending, her lips coming to my skin?
Especially since I know she’ll get distracted—okay,I’lldistract her—and then she’ll be misbehaving, but she’ll be doing it with her pussy on my face and?—
“Fuck!” I growl, so distracted by the thought of her sitting on my face that I missed her hand sliding down, dipping into my pants.
