Page 117

Slowly, she takes her phone from my hand and sets it on the duvet beside her. Then she reaches up and pulls at her topknot, letting her hair cascade around her shoulders.

“Kiss me.”

Two words are a wave of relief as I bring her face closer to mine, her chin gently gripped between my thumb and finger.

“Do you want my tongue, Kendra Hart?”

She wets her bottom lip, and at the same time, her pupils dilate. “I want whatever will last the longest.”

“I’ve missed you, Kitten.” My voice is raspy as I feel her lips for the first time in what feels like forever.

I kiss her again, sweeping my tongue inside her mouth. “You taste like mine. Are you mine?”

She whimpers as her body practically collapses beneath my touch, and I bring a steadying hand to her waist, pulling her body into me.

“Because if not, I might start up a relationship with my captain.”

The smile she releases against my lips makes me want to lay her down right here and demonstrate in multiple ways how much I love her.

She pulls at the hem of her sweater. “Take this off. Take me.”

I shake my head, pissed at myself for doing it. “I’m not going to fuck you while your brother and parents are downstairs.”

My jeans are tented, and her eyes drop to the obvious bulge.

“Your dick says otherwise.”

“Yeah, well,” I whisper against her swollen lips, “I’m a respectable English boy.”

I watch the way she melts.

“You have no idea how hot that is.”

My face is all cocky smirk. “Why do you think I said it?”

I run the back of my knuckles across her jean-covered pussy. “You’re soaking through your pants, Kitten.”

She whimpers with more need.

“But I want you to eat something while I ask you a question.”

Her hooded eyes grow a little wider as I hand her a sandwich and then wider again when she sees the olive-colored key in my other palm.

“What’s this?”

“What do you think it is?”

“Well, it looks like a key to your apartment,” she says, taking her first bite.

I shake my head. “Technically incorrect. It’s a key toourplace. If you want it.”

She swallows her mouthful and stares right at me. “Are you …”

I nod. “I don’t want you to save up for another apartment because I want you with me. In our place, watching reruns of your favorite programs and arguing over football.”

She narrows her eyes, and I kiss her before she can say it.

“Football,” I drawl.