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side down. Nope, still no pain. That could be good or terribly bad. "Why are you being such a tight-ass?"
Her eyes blazed. "Better a tight-ass than an asshole."
"You wound me, Bit." God I missed her. "Always with the insults."
"You get your fair share in too. Like to set 'em to music too."
I had no idea what she was going on about. "Not at all. You're the one with the mouth on her." Fuck, I was drunk . "I like your mouth better on me…"
"Ew!" She swatted my arm.
"That's right, touch me. You're dying to touch me aren't you?"
"I'm not!"
But she was breathless and her lips were parted and I knew she was lying. That only got me more riled up. "Then I'll help you. Here," I grabbed her small hand. "I'll make first contact so you don't have to."
She pulled her hand back and folded her arms across her chest, like she wanted to keep her hands under control. Like she was afraid of what she'd do if she let go.
"What the hell are you staring at?" she demanded.
Damn, she caught me. What the hell was I doing again?
I looked around wildly, trying to force my eyes to stop darting all over the place and come to rest somewhere.
Unfortunately, I realized a second to late that they settled right on her tits.
They were hidden under those ludicrous pajamas, but that somehow made them even more tantalizing. I knew exactly how they'd feel if I snaked my hand underneath her top right now. I wonder if she's wearing a bra? Probably not. I could just make out the tips of her nipples pointing through the fabric. Was she really turned on? Fuck, now I was hard.
"Jaxson, people are trying to sleep."
"You're not," I pointed out. "You look wide awake to me."
She pressed her lips together and looked shifty for a second. Guilty. What was she doing that she’d be guilty about? "I was working," she said loftily.
"Working, huh?" Caught you, Bit. "Writing? Were you writing one of your sexy books, Bit? Holy shit, you were. I bet you were writing a dirty scene right now and that's why you're all squirmy."
"Fuck off, Jax."
"What do you write about, Bit? You ever write about me?"
"Oh my God, you are such a cocky bastard."
"You do!" I crowed. Her blush gave it away. "What do you write about, Bit? Do you think about my body? What's your favorite part, hmm?" I reached down and grabbed her hand, expecting her to snatch it away and slap me. Hell, maybe I wanted her to slap me, derail this particular train of thought before I rode it all the way to the end.
She didn't smack me though. She shushed me. "Keep it down. Do you want the whole house to hear?"
"Mmm, maybe I do." I circled her wrist with my fingers and pulled her closer.
"What are you doing?" she asked. No, more exhaled in a soft sigh.
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked. She was pressed up against me now. She fit just under my chin, perfectly. My puzzle piece. Fuck, I forgot how incredible it was just to have her near me.
"No," she wavered. "Yes. Maybe. It depends on what you're doing."
"I'm doing this," I told her.
Tipping her chin up, I let my lips brush hers. I barely fucking touched her, but it was the most electrifying kiss of my life. Lil Bit— my Lil Bit—was back where she belonged.
I expected her to be angry, or even to hit me. Something to rile me back up again. Aggravate me so I stopped wanting to kiss her again and again, letting my lips wander down memory lane as I rememorized the curves of her body. Like I was ever able to forget them in the first place.
"Jax…" She moaned my name into my mouth, and it was the sexiest sound I had ever heard in my life.
"Fuck, Bit. I've missed you so much." Did I say that out loud? I was kissing her too hard to tell. I pressed her against the wall. I needed to feel her against me, under me. Sudden clarity popped into my head as I immediately sobered up. I couldn't afford to forget this.
She wrapped her hands around my neck, her little fingers fluttering against my back, and I was gone completely. I was ready to rip her clothes off
Her eyes blazed. "Better a tight-ass than an asshole."
"You wound me, Bit." God I missed her. "Always with the insults."
"You get your fair share in too. Like to set 'em to music too."
I had no idea what she was going on about. "Not at all. You're the one with the mouth on her." Fuck, I was drunk . "I like your mouth better on me…"
"Ew!" She swatted my arm.
"That's right, touch me. You're dying to touch me aren't you?"
"I'm not!"
But she was breathless and her lips were parted and I knew she was lying. That only got me more riled up. "Then I'll help you. Here," I grabbed her small hand. "I'll make first contact so you don't have to."
She pulled her hand back and folded her arms across her chest, like she wanted to keep her hands under control. Like she was afraid of what she'd do if she let go.
"What the hell are you staring at?" she demanded.
Damn, she caught me. What the hell was I doing again?
I looked around wildly, trying to force my eyes to stop darting all over the place and come to rest somewhere.
Unfortunately, I realized a second to late that they settled right on her tits.
They were hidden under those ludicrous pajamas, but that somehow made them even more tantalizing. I knew exactly how they'd feel if I snaked my hand underneath her top right now. I wonder if she's wearing a bra? Probably not. I could just make out the tips of her nipples pointing through the fabric. Was she really turned on? Fuck, now I was hard.
"Jaxson, people are trying to sleep."
"You're not," I pointed out. "You look wide awake to me."
She pressed her lips together and looked shifty for a second. Guilty. What was she doing that she’d be guilty about? "I was working," she said loftily.
"Working, huh?" Caught you, Bit. "Writing? Were you writing one of your sexy books, Bit? Holy shit, you were. I bet you were writing a dirty scene right now and that's why you're all squirmy."
"Fuck off, Jax."
"What do you write about, Bit? You ever write about me?"
"Oh my God, you are such a cocky bastard."
"You do!" I crowed. Her blush gave it away. "What do you write about, Bit? Do you think about my body? What's your favorite part, hmm?" I reached down and grabbed her hand, expecting her to snatch it away and slap me. Hell, maybe I wanted her to slap me, derail this particular train of thought before I rode it all the way to the end.
She didn't smack me though. She shushed me. "Keep it down. Do you want the whole house to hear?"
"Mmm, maybe I do." I circled her wrist with my fingers and pulled her closer.
"What are you doing?" she asked. No, more exhaled in a soft sigh.
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked. She was pressed up against me now. She fit just under my chin, perfectly. My puzzle piece. Fuck, I forgot how incredible it was just to have her near me.
"No," she wavered. "Yes. Maybe. It depends on what you're doing."
"I'm doing this," I told her.
Tipping her chin up, I let my lips brush hers. I barely fucking touched her, but it was the most electrifying kiss of my life. Lil Bit— my Lil Bit—was back where she belonged.
I expected her to be angry, or even to hit me. Something to rile me back up again. Aggravate me so I stopped wanting to kiss her again and again, letting my lips wander down memory lane as I rememorized the curves of her body. Like I was ever able to forget them in the first place.
"Jax…" She moaned my name into my mouth, and it was the sexiest sound I had ever heard in my life.
"Fuck, Bit. I've missed you so much." Did I say that out loud? I was kissing her too hard to tell. I pressed her against the wall. I needed to feel her against me, under me. Sudden clarity popped into my head as I immediately sobered up. I couldn't afford to forget this.
She wrapped her hands around my neck, her little fingers fluttering against my back, and I was gone completely. I was ready to rip her clothes off
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