Page 98 of The Wildest Ride

She smiled down at his face. “I’m comfortable right here.” Then she pressed another kiss to his lips, lingering there before pulling back to look at him. He was the perfect blend of pretty and real and she wanted him again.

She said, “I’m glad you came over.”

He smiled and ran his fingers along the side of her face, pushing a curl behind her ear along the way. “Me, too. Can we move to the bed now?”

She laughed, nodding. “Add relentless to shameless.”

He scooped her up as he sat, so she was cradled in his lap. “Sure thing. Ready?”

She frowned. “Ready?”

He picked her up, grinning like a kid, and carried her to the bed where he set her down and then sat down beside her. It was all of four steps, but Lil was willing to be impressed.

“Isn’t this better?” he asked.

Lil snorted. His head was about an inch shy of the overbed cabinets and he looked far too large for the full bed, let alone the alcove it fit in. “Depends on what you’re intending.”

“Why might a bed be better than a couch, Lilian?” His voice caressed her name and a shiver ran down her spine hearing him say it in English for the first time.

She still managed, “Sleep. If you want to go to sleep, a bed is better.” And if her voice was breathy, it still delivered the words.

His dimple peeked out. “Smartass.”

“I went to college.”

He chuckled and said, “Well, I want to get you naked. That makes it better than the couch.”

Lil choked on spit, which set off a fit of coughing. When she could finally speak, she said, “I thought you were here for a slumber party.”

“Yeah. This is the slumber part.”

“Naked?”

“I always sleep naked. Don’t you?”

He was ridiculous, but her lips curled up just the same.

“I don’t. I sleep in underwear and a T-shirt.”

He nodded, sagely. “Yes. Classic. So do you typically sleep in a thong, as well?”

“I don’t think you’re supposed to ask a lady things like that.”

“You’re right. I’m supposed to already know when it gets as intimate as panties. I’ve seen them, after all,” he continued, “which means I’m close enough to be allowed to take them off—”

Lil crossed her arms in front of her chest. “I see right through you.”

AJ’s eyes lit like she’d issued a challenge. He sighed, “You’re right. It’s too much to ask how the meal I’m planning to devour is usually dressed...”

“Not working.”

It was absolutely working. Her body was going haywire with every word, filling her mind with images not only of his mouth trailing kisses down her stomach and lower, but of her doing the same to him.

Her mouth watered. She swallowed. He watched her throat move.

Their eyes met.

He reached an arm around to cup the back of her skull and draw her into a kiss. She leaned in and opened for him immediately, even as images of taking him in her mouth flickered through her mind. The combination swirled inside of her, heating at the same time, until her system was one humming mass, a tropical storm brewing.