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and I stretch, waiting to touch the edge of my small bed, but all I keep finding is more brilliantly soft bed. My eyes fling open, and I groan. How did I fall asleep here?
Glancing around, I notice there’s no sign that Thad has been back, and I relax slightly. But then I see a green lizard curled up beside me, and I jerk in the bed. Its head lifts, and I swear it smiles at me.
Relaxing, I stare at it, and find myself smiling back. Then, of course, I roll my eyes. Have I really become such a loner that I’m smiling at lizards now?
The lizard scurries off the bed, and I lose track of it. Dropping off the heavenly mattress, I get on my hands and knees and start searching, looking under bed to see if I can find it.
“Now that’s what I like to see first thing in the morning.” Thad’s voice has me jerking back, and I slam into the nightstand, popping my head against it as my eyes scour the room.
Leaning against the doorjamb, the shirtless masterpiece is watching me with an amused grin and his arms crossed over his chest.
“There was a lizard in the bed with me,” I say quickly, but immediately cringe because of how random that sounds.
He doesn’t look surprised, but he pushes off the frame and heads toward me, putting his hand in front of me to help me up.
“Lucky lizard,” he says, his damn cheeky grin displayed proudly. “And what do you plan to do when you find him?”
“First of all,” I say, taking his hand and ignoring the electrical charge of his touch as he helps me up, “it could be a girl lizard. But I just want to put he or she back outside. Wild things don’t need to be trapped in houses.”
He grins larger, brushing a piece of hair off my cheek. “Is that so? I think I like you just a little more now.”
I spent most of the night hearing stories about him from Ella and Kimber. They definitely want me to like him. They didn’t have to make any effort because I’m very seriously interested.
Using my eyes, I implore him to try kissing me again, but then I remember I haven’t brushed my teeth. Damn.
“What’s that frown for, sweet girl?” he asks seriously, coming closer and tilting my chin up.
That has my cheeks going red.
“Why do you assume I’m sweet?” I ask in deflection.
He moves in a step, pushing our bodies together, and without any warning, his lips come down on mine. When I try to gasp, he seizes the opportunity to show me how skilled he is with his devilishly talented tongue.
My hands go to his shoulders to steady myself when my knees quite literally give out, and he growls low in his throat before lifting me off the floor. I don’t even have the chance to catch my breath before we’re on the bed, and his lips don’t move from mine as he shows me exactly how good he is with his mouth—and his tongue.
He bites down on my lower lip, and my hips buck up in response as he fully settles between my legs, giving me the incredible pressure and friction in just the right place.
“So damn sweet,” he murmurs against my lips when he breaks the kiss. “When you’re turned on,” he adds, moving his lips down my neck, “your arousal smells fucking intoxicating.”
My eyes spring wide, and he chuckles when he sees the mortification on my face. He can smell me? Oh damn.
“Everyone woman has her own scent. Yours has been my favorite. Such a sweet, sweet scent unlike any other I’ve ever encountered before,” he says, confusing me. “That’s what I smell every time you see me or hear my voice.”
My hands slide down his bare chest, feeling the defined muscles that are breathtakingly close. It feels even better than I thought it would, especially when my touch seems to be only turning him on more.
I’ve never smelled anything sweet. And I have a damn good sense of smell.
“You want to know what my favorite part about your scent is?” he asks, nipping my lip while rubbing himself against me.
I can’t speak. There’s no way in hell I could articulate a
Glancing around, I notice there’s no sign that Thad has been back, and I relax slightly. But then I see a green lizard curled up beside me, and I jerk in the bed. Its head lifts, and I swear it smiles at me.
Relaxing, I stare at it, and find myself smiling back. Then, of course, I roll my eyes. Have I really become such a loner that I’m smiling at lizards now?
The lizard scurries off the bed, and I lose track of it. Dropping off the heavenly mattress, I get on my hands and knees and start searching, looking under bed to see if I can find it.
“Now that’s what I like to see first thing in the morning.” Thad’s voice has me jerking back, and I slam into the nightstand, popping my head against it as my eyes scour the room.
Leaning against the doorjamb, the shirtless masterpiece is watching me with an amused grin and his arms crossed over his chest.
“There was a lizard in the bed with me,” I say quickly, but immediately cringe because of how random that sounds.
He doesn’t look surprised, but he pushes off the frame and heads toward me, putting his hand in front of me to help me up.
“Lucky lizard,” he says, his damn cheeky grin displayed proudly. “And what do you plan to do when you find him?”
“First of all,” I say, taking his hand and ignoring the electrical charge of his touch as he helps me up, “it could be a girl lizard. But I just want to put he or she back outside. Wild things don’t need to be trapped in houses.”
He grins larger, brushing a piece of hair off my cheek. “Is that so? I think I like you just a little more now.”
I spent most of the night hearing stories about him from Ella and Kimber. They definitely want me to like him. They didn’t have to make any effort because I’m very seriously interested.
Using my eyes, I implore him to try kissing me again, but then I remember I haven’t brushed my teeth. Damn.
“What’s that frown for, sweet girl?” he asks seriously, coming closer and tilting my chin up.
That has my cheeks going red.
“Why do you assume I’m sweet?” I ask in deflection.
He moves in a step, pushing our bodies together, and without any warning, his lips come down on mine. When I try to gasp, he seizes the opportunity to show me how skilled he is with his devilishly talented tongue.
My hands go to his shoulders to steady myself when my knees quite literally give out, and he growls low in his throat before lifting me off the floor. I don’t even have the chance to catch my breath before we’re on the bed, and his lips don’t move from mine as he shows me exactly how good he is with his mouth—and his tongue.
He bites down on my lower lip, and my hips buck up in response as he fully settles between my legs, giving me the incredible pressure and friction in just the right place.
“So damn sweet,” he murmurs against my lips when he breaks the kiss. “When you’re turned on,” he adds, moving his lips down my neck, “your arousal smells fucking intoxicating.”
My eyes spring wide, and he chuckles when he sees the mortification on my face. He can smell me? Oh damn.
“Everyone woman has her own scent. Yours has been my favorite. Such a sweet, sweet scent unlike any other I’ve ever encountered before,” he says, confusing me. “That’s what I smell every time you see me or hear my voice.”
My hands slide down his bare chest, feeling the defined muscles that are breathtakingly close. It feels even better than I thought it would, especially when my touch seems to be only turning him on more.
I’ve never smelled anything sweet. And I have a damn good sense of smell.
“You want to know what my favorite part about your scent is?” he asks, nipping my lip while rubbing himself against me.
I can’t speak. There’s no way in hell I could articulate a
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