Page 98 of Truly, Madly, Deeply

He held up his hands. “I’m a go-with-the-flow kind of guy.”

“You’re full of shit is what you are.”

“That wasn’t a no.”

“Your parents are going to be right down the hall.”

His teeth scraped against his bottom lip, almost taunting. Biting that lip was her job, from now on. “You afraid you can’t stay quiet?”

“I thought you wanted to cuddle.”

“Maybe I’m a vigorous cuddler, huh? You consider that?”

“I’m going to amend my previous statement and upgrade you to so full of shit.”

Colin cracked the gate leading up to the walk that wound its way through the backyard and up to the set of French double doors. “Sounds to me like someone’s chicken.”

“Take that back.”

He slipped through the gate, then turned and met her eyes. “Bok, bok.”

Oh, it was on. “I’m expecting some vigorous fucking cuddling from you, McCrory.”

She followed, hand in his, as he led the way through the back door. When she paused to take off her shoes, Colin steadied her, hands on her hips.

He ducked down, lips skimming her forehead, lingering at her temple. His hand slipped lower, gripping her ass, squeezing.

She arched her back, encouraging. “Where’s your room?”

Colin laughed against her skin. “Those Juicy pants really did it for you, huh?”

“You really do it for me. Now shut up and take me to bed.”

He rocked against her, his shorts doing nothing to hide how hard his cock was. “You mean you don’t want to fuck in my parents’ kitchen?”

Next time. “I’m pretty attached to the idea of having you in an actual bed.”

He backed slowly down the hall. “Having me, huh? You got plans for me, baby?”

“A few. If you play your cards right, I might even tell you what they are first.”

A floorboard squeaked beneath her foot and they both froze, Colin’s eyes deer-in-the-headlights wide and her lips parted on an interrupted inhale. Her heart raced. She was twenty-seven, had been living on her own and paying all her bills by herself for five years, and yet something about this felt illicit.

A laugh escaped the tight press of her lips. “This is ridiculous,” she whispered.

Colin pressed a finger to his lips, shushing her. “Shh. You’re going to get us caught.”

“Then go. Walk faster.”

“You’re bossy tonight.”

Another squeak erupted under her foot. Damn it. “Why am I the one stepping on all the loose floorboards?”

“Bad luck,” he said. “Hold still.”

“What are you—oh.”

Palms cupping her ass, Colin hoisted up her body with surprising ease. “Legs around my waist.”

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