Page 46 of A Little Naughty

I’m hugging him and resting my cheek against his back, and I know in my bones he is good. He even wants to help me make Nikki happy.

The one traffic signal in Eureka is red, and as we wait, he slides his hand down to cup my calf, giving it a squeeze. Heat surges straight to my core, and I want to kiss him again tonight.

My mind drifts to Nikki staying at Monay’s, my empty house, and I want more than a kiss.

He pulls up behind theGazetteoffice and steps off, putting down the kickstand before taking my hand and helping me off the bike.

“Thanks for the ride. And for the cup.” I’m still holding his hand as we walk to my front door, wondering the best way to invite him to spend the night.

We stop, and I turn to face him. “Why do you keep doing these things for me?”

“I like to see you smile.” His eyes linger on my lips, and I slip my tongue out to wet them.

“I think you want to kiss me again.” I trace my finger along his forearm.

“You do?” He steps closer, sliding his hand up my neck and into the side of my hair.

I nod, heat rising in my body. “I do.”

“Would you like me to kiss you again?”

He’s so close, and I remember what he said this morning.I’d never forgive myself if I did something that hurt you…

It’s followed closely by calm satisfaction. Nothing can hurt me when I’m with Raif. People can say what they want, but he’ll protect me. He’s a badass.

“Yes.” My nipples tighten, and I’m sure they’re visible through the thin material of my dress, since I’m not wearing a bra.

His fingers curl in the side of my hair, and he lifts his other hand to my cheek. His thumb tugs at my lower lip, and hungry blue eyes hold mine. My breath hitches just before his mouth lowers, covering mine and melting my knees.

Our lips part, and when our tongues slide together, a whimper aches in my throat. He answers it with a hot growl, pulling my mouth with his before sliding down to bite my chin. He’s confident, demanding, possessive, and I’m ready to submit.

“Jemima…” He trails his lips along my jaw, up to the side of my ear. “You’re as pretty as the sunset on the ocean.”

My fingers curl at his waist, and I can’t speak. No one’s ever said the things he says to me. Our eyes meet again, and his gaze roams over my face like he’s memorizing it.

With a great effort, I grasp his wrist, stepping out of his arms. “Come inside.”

It takes me a minute to unlock the door, and he follows as I push it open and step into the dim living room. A light is on in the kitchen, but it’s otherwise dark. I place my purse on the table, and I feel his heat behind me.

A large hand slides around my waist to flatten on my stomach, and I stop in my tracks, leaning my head back against his shoulder.

His mouth is at my ear. “I like this dress.”

I’m so happy I wore it.

He kisses a line down my neck, sliding the dress off my shoulder. I’m breathing fast, quickly unbuttoning the front to give him access. His hand moves around me, reaching inside my open top to cup my bare breast.

“Yes…” I hiss as he lifts and kneads it.

His hand drifts lower to the front of my skirt, gathering it higher until his fingers slide over my bare legs. I rise onto my toes as if that will make it easier for him to touch me. He can do anything he wants to me right now. I want it all.

His fingers curl around to my inner thighs. “Your skin is so soft.”

My cheeks heat, and I’m a little embarrassed I haven’t shaved in a few days. “I don’t grow much hair on my legs, so I don’t have to shave a lot.”

“What about your pussy?” His hand moves higher, and my stomach twists in anticipation.

“Waxed,” I gasp.

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