Hothouse Flower (Calloway Sisters #2)

by Krista Ritchie

I know we just had our first kiss, but I want to do so many things to her, with her. One of the reasons why I’m glad we’re not telling anyone—it forces us to go slow. I would have fucked her in the stairwell if Connor and Lo weren’t here right now. And then I’d fuck her again on the bed. But this heightens everything. Drawing it out will make our first time even better. And I want it to be so fucking amazing. I glance from her breasts to her eyes. She registers the signal and crosses her arms over her chest, her face heating already. “This almost never happens to me,” she says under her breath. “Stop imagining me fucking you,” I breathe, “and maybe it won’t.” I brush a flyaway hair out of her face. She smiles like I guessed her thoughts correctly. “That doesn’t sound fun.”

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