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274 pages, Kindle Edition
Published November 18, 2016


She'd enjoyed the warmth of his body pressed against hers, the feel of his hand where it rested on her arm, the hardness of the muscles hidden by his shirt.

He liked girls that bantered. That were smart and funny as well as pretty. That didn't just try to trade on their looks. Girls like Abby.
He probably thought he was charming. He wasn't wrong.
He wanted to devour her. He wanted to feel her tongue sliding against his, and get her to make those little breathless sounds again when he bit her ear and kissed the delicate skin just below it. He wanted to hear her gasp as he rasped his teeth against the hardened points of her nipples before soothing them with his lips and his tongue. He wanted to taste her everywhere.

"How about you get some clothes and stuff together and we can go back to my place."
Abby's eyes snapped back to his. "What? Why?"
He gestured to her bed. "Sweetheart, we're not both going to fit on that. Hell, I'm not sure I could fit on I by myself."
She crossed her arms again. Uh oh. "I don't remember inviting you to get in my bed anyway, so I'm not sure why it matters that you wouldn't fit."
"I'd like to kiss you now, Abby."
She swallowed again. "Okay."
"Abby, are you wearing underwear?"
She liked her lips and nodded. "A thong." Her husky whisper matched his.
"Can I see?"

"Get me a blanket. I'm cold."
Abby stepped over to her bed and yanked the comforter out from under Megan and put it over her. "Why don't you wear more than shorts and a tank top since you always get cold when you have a hangover?"
"We're not here to discuss my wardrobe choices. Or my hangover technics." Megan pulled the comforter up to her chin and closed her eyes, humming her pleasure. "I love your comforter."
"My God, Abby. You're still so wet."
He slid a finger inside her, then joined it with a second. "You want me to take care of you, don't you, Abby?"
He entered her in one smooth stroke. "You feel so good," he whispered against her ear. She lifted her hips to meet him, then wrapped her legs around his waist.
"Oh, God. I can't— I want to, but— You feel too good, Abby. I can't hold back."
