Page 84 of Married in Michigan

He lifts up, looks down at me. “You’re still fully dressed, as a matter of fact.”

“So, you failed.” I manage to find a tiny bit of sass left somewhere deep inside. “You promised my panties would fly off on their own.”

“All but,” he corrects. “What I said was they’dall butcome off on their own.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” he murmurs. “Important distinction.”

“Still not seduced, though,” I mutter.

Lies.

I am. I’m very much seduced. I want him. God, do I want him.

“You have to admit, though—that was a damn good kiss.”

I sigh. “Yes, fine, whatever. It was pretty good.”

I can’t say it with a straight face, though—a giggle escapes.

“I love it when you laugh like that.”

I cover my mouth with my hand. “I hate it. I’m not typically a giggly type of person.”

He smiles, and this one is brilliant and warm and affectionate. “That’s why I love it. It’s cute, and sexy.”

“A stupid, annoying giggle?”

He’s leaning on an elbow, and now he rolls to lever over me. “Yes. A stupid, annoying giggle. Except it’s not stupid or annoying, it’s adorable and endearing and real and it makes me horny as hell.”

I frown. “Me giggling makes you horny?” I laugh. “Weird, but okay.”

“But then, everything about you turns me on, so…”

I stare up at him, and I realize I’m stroking his back with both hands, my palms roaming his shoulders and spine—I wasn’t even aware I was doing it, but now that I am I’m drunk on how amazing his skin feels under my hands, and I want more.

I hate my clothes. I want them to go away. I want to be naked with him. I want to kiss him and not stop, I want to hold him against me, skin to skin, and feel his heartbeat and I want to taste his flesh and hear him moan my name.

I’ve wanted him for a long time.

I’ve been denying it, fiercely and stubbornly ignoring it and denying it.

I can’t, anymore.

He’s not an asshole.

He’s not just a rich, entitled, spoiled playboy with no morals or redeeming qualities.

I mean, yeah, he’s rich and spoiled, and a playboy.

But he has a lot of amazing qualities.

He kisses like a god.

He has the body of a god.

I can’t hold out any longer. I can’t resist him anymore. I just can’t.