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400 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 29, 2019
“The devil is coming.”
“Did you seriously just tell me I needed to get laid?”
Rosie rolled her eyes. “Did you seriously just prove what I said?”
A moment passed. “Are you volunteering?”
What had she called him?
Ah, yes. A dickhead.
His shoulders lifted in a silent chuckle as he reached for his glass of bourbon.
“You want to kiss me?”she repeated, feeling foolish for even asking that question and for the flutter that picked up in her stomach.
That small grin appeared again. “I do.”He paused. “Very badly.”
She leaned in, kissing the center of his chest, through his shirt, and hell if that didn’t cause this weird pressure to clamp down on him.
It was unexpected.
Potent.
Confusing as fuck.
He dipped his head as his hand slipped down her stomach, resting just below her navel. “You make me want . . . so much, Rosie. You have no idea.”
She lifted her head, brushing her lips against his. “Show me.”
Rosie allowed herself to be dickmatized— you know, when you were either hypnotized by how attractive someone was or you were hypnotized by their dick, which therefore allowed you to look past unsavory traits about the person. That was what she was doing right then.
A douchebag was a douchebag, even if there were moments of nondouchery.
“You know ,” she said, letting her head rest against the seat as she watched him. “You’re allowed to laugh and smile.”
His gaze shot to hers. “I know.”
“Do you?”
His mouth moved over hers, and she could taste his desire in his kiss, feel it when his tongue moved across her teeth and then her tongue, and in the way his hips rolled into her as the hand that had been at her jaw slid down.