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“I’ll bottom line this,” he said. “I’m in love with you, and I want to keep seeing you. Keep kissing you.”
Which he did.
A thorough, Presley kiss that clouded her mind and made her whole body flutter with anticipation of even more heat.
“I want to keep having sex with you,” he added.
Another kiss.
Somehow, he made that one the best yet. Long, deep, and perfect. He eased back from her, met her gaze again.
“I want to keep being in your life,” he went on. “Did you hear the part about me being in love with you?”
“I did,” she assured him.
And she kissed him. Billie made it count, too. She would never be able to dole out the heat Presley did, but she gave it her best shot and was rewarded when she heard him make a low grumbling sound of pleasure.
“I’ll bottom line this,” Billie repeated when she broke the kiss but kept her mouth against his. Because, hey, he was faster to move back into a kiss that way. “I’m in love with you, too.”
She felt his mouth stretch into a smile.
“Good,” he murmured. And he repeated it a couple of times while he nipped her bottom lip with his teeth. “Once I get all these people out of my house, we’re going to have some great sex.”
“Agreed,” she couldn’t say fast enough.
Of course, they still had things to work out. Well, he did anyway with his bio-parents and sister. They’d have paperwork and interviews to do. A debriefing with their bosses. But for now, it was just this moment.
Just them.
Just Presley and her.
So, Billie claimed his mouth for a long, slow kiss.
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