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revealing more skin than she probably realized had my dick standing at attention.
    “Not a date, Sugar, but if popping in unexpectedly means I find you like this, I’m all for it.”
    “Eyes up, playboy.” She adjusted the towel around her body. I’d just had her in my bed this morning; I must have the patience of a priest to come here and find her like this and not be impaling her against the wall right now.
    “Right. Get dressed, babe, otherwise I’m taking you against that wall, no two ways about.”
    She huffed in shock, her mouth dropping open, full rosy lips forming a perfect O.
    “Don’t make that face either. All I can think about is sliding my cock between those perfect lips and fucking your face.”
    “Oh my God. Go. I’m changing, and when I’m out, you’d better not be here.” She glared at me, that fire glare that set my blood boiling raging in her eyes. So fucking sexy.
    “You know I will be.”
    “Not if you know what’s good for you,” she mumbled as she stepped into what I presumed was her bedroom and slammed the door with all the force she could muster.
    I pulled plates out of the cupboards and set out silverware at the small kitchen table that sat by large windows and looked out over the ocean. We were into early October, the leaves on the trees were all but gone, and the sea was getting angry. This time of year could be iffy for boats. Some of the more cautious sort put their boats up around now, while some brave souls chose to challenge the elements in hopes of a few more good runs of fishing.
    “I would kick you flat on your ass if you hadn’t brought Chinese.” She stepped into the small space and instantly the air sparkled to life. She wore a pair of faded jeans that hugged the lines of her body like a glove and a soft Henley shirt that outlined her form: slim waist, curvy hips, and tits so fucking round and perfect they’d have any hot-blooded man on his knees. I’m a tit man, what can I say?
    “I don’t know what you expect me to do, wearing stuff like that around me. You want to keep me hard and thinking about laying you out underneath me all night?”
    “It’s jeans and a shirt, Lane. If you weren’t such a pig . . .”
    “Well, I am, baby.” I sauntered up to her, my hands instantly finding the hollow of her waist. I expected her to push me away, that fire in her eyes keeping her at a safe distance, but instead, her soft body bowed into mine. A flash of desire sparked in her eyes as she looked up at me under heavy eyelashes.
    “Could I be mistaken? Is the fiery Ms. Kennedy interested in a repeat of last night?” I took her chin between my thumb and finger and tilted her head to mine. I dipped my head low and placed a soft kiss on her lips. The tiniest of moans escaped the back of her throat as she moved her lips against mine. I brushed along the seam, asking for permission, something I wasn’t accustomed to. I normally took what I wanted from a woman, but I wanted this girl to give it to me. I wanted her willing and open.
    Her soft lips parted and I swept my tongue inside, tasting the minty fresh toothpaste that lingered. I tightened my grip on her waist and pulled her body tight to mine, rubbing my aching cock against her hip, showing her just what she did to me.
    Her arms curved up around my shoulders and her hands locked around my neck as she stretched up on her tiptoes and increased the pressure of our kiss.
    “You’re sexy as fuck tonight, baby.” I snaked my hands up the curve of her waist, along her ribs, to dust my thumbs along the swell of her breasts beneath the fabric of her shirt. “But dinner’s gettin’ cold.”
    She pulled away from my lips and glared. I smiled the most innocent smile I could muster, my eyes drinking in the lines of her face. “Patience is a virtue.” I placed one last kiss on her lips before turning back to our food on the counter. I pulled things out of the bags and opened containers before I realized she still hadn’t