“No.” One of his hands slid into my hair and pulled my head back and to the side, exposing my neck. His mouth, all of sudden, was there. “Yes,” he said against my neck while walking me back to the bed. “Stop it, you’re crazy! One second you tell me to pack my bags, the next second you’re on me like white on rice.” The backs of my knees hit the bed and we both went down, him on top of me, his lips on mine. “Gorgeous, give me ten minutes and I’ll be in you.” At that promise, and him calling me “gorgeous,” an electric spasm went straight through my lower belly. He kissed me and that was it. I’m a
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