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“It means I’m going to kiss you so good we’ll both forget all the reasons why this is a bad idea.”

With that, his lips slam down onto mine, and my body goes back into the glass, and any protest I had been forming goes right out the doors and straight into the ocean.

19

What a bastard of a day it’s been. First, my phone call with Tinsley this morning. Then two hours of sweating my bollocks off with Child and Family Services. Then discovering I told them that I love Keegan. I hadn’t even realized I said it. It must have just come out, and been something off the cuff amidst my panic. I ramble when I get nervous, but never in my life have I said I love someone—fake or otherwise.

The revelation left me gobsmacked.

Love. That was the word I used to describe Keegan when I’d sworn my entire life I’d never fall in love with anyone. Is that what I’ve done? Is that even possible?

I could have brushed it off as something I said at the moment, something to get the social workers to believe I’m serious about Keegan and that my life is as perfect and stable as hers.

But I can’t brush it off. Not as I look at her. Not as I feel something inside my chest drop, only it’s not hard or heavy as it hits my gut. It’s light and airy and tickles me like bubbles in champagne.

I don’t know what’s happening to me. I just know I’m tired of fighting it.

Especially with how soft and plump her lips are. She makes the sweetest noise as I deepen the kiss, her hands clinging to my shoulders as if she’s not sure if she wants to pull me closer or push me away. I don’t give her the choice. My tongue plunges in her mouth, and my hands dive up into her hair, holding her close, adjusting her as I want.

One hand glides down her cheek as my tongue swirls with hers in deep, plunging, eye-rolling kisses I can’t seem to stop or get enough of. Electricity sizzles down my spine as I press her harder against the glass doors. Our kisses are frantic, hungry, growing in intensity until I’m dizzy with it. My mouth trails along her jaw as I suck in a ragged breath.

“You’ve been driving me mad all week,” I murmur, my voice low against her ear.

Her green eyes flicker up, dark with mischief. “Then it’s about time you did something about it.”

A small, amused smile quirks my lips. “It’s going to be like that then?”

“I sure as hell hope so.”

“Oh, darling. You better prepare yourself. You’ve unleashed me, and now there will be no holding me back.”

I rip her tank top over her head, and my mouth finds hers again, lips and breath and teeth crashing together, hard and hungry. Greedy hands tangle in her hair and grip her waist, pulling her flush against me until her body molds to mine. The heat between us crackles as I kiss her faster, longer, harder.

I trace my fingers along the skin of her smooth stomach, teasing, taking my time, savoring every inch of her. Her breath catches, and a soft whimper escapes as I trickle down to press my lips along the line of her neck, sucking and licking and tasting as I go.

My teeth graze her collarbone while my tongue flicks against her thrumming pulse. Gentle fingers slide up and brush over the swell of her breast with the lightest of touches, making her arch into me and a panted moan slip from her lips. I circle her nipple with my thumb, teasing and feeling it harden beneath my touch.

“More,” she whimpers, and I smile against her.

Nothing turns me on like a woman who knows exactly what she wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it.

But because I’m an arsehole, I take my time, tracing every curve, every sensitive inch of her tits with my mouth and hands. Reaching around, I undo the clasp of her bra. She gasps as her breasts bounce free, and unable to stop myself, I pull back and take her in.

Fucking hell. “You might just have the most gorgeous tits I’ve ever seen.”

And she does. Large and full with a delicious curve to them, peaked with cherry pink nipples. My mouth waters at the sight of them. With hooded eyes, she watches as I cup and lift them to my mouth, nibbling lightly and drawing out a soft, delightful, breathless moan.

I peer up at her. “You like that?”

With her lip caught between her teeth, her green eyes smolder at me, and her cheeks flush the perfect shade of rose. She nods ever so subtly. A vision of sexy contradictions. Naughty and vulnerable. Excited and nervous. Confident and timid.

It’s one of the things I can’t get enough of with her. How she can be so many things at once and not hide any of it. Everything about her is different, and I doubt she’s even aware of it.

My hand meanders purposefully along her supple body, our eyes still locked as I circle her nipple with my thumb, teasing, feeling it harden further beneath my touch. She’s so bloody responsive my cock throbs at the thought of it. Sucking her nipple between my lips, I push her heavy breast deeper into mymouth, needing more of her, as much as I can get. She’s fucking delightful.

Just as sweet as I knew she’d be.

Her hands drag through my hair, and she sighs. “Loomis, you’re killing me.”