Page 104 of Interference

He gently took his phone from my hand. Reached past me. Put it on the end table.

Then his palm was on the side of my face, and I had a heartbeat to think holy shit before his mouth was against mine.

Holy. Shit.

Disbelief held me still for long seconds, but when Anthony started to draw back—his momentary boldness shifting to tentativeness—I chased his mouth. He settled more comfortably against me, dragging his lower lip across mine, and I didn’t think a single kiss had ever electrified my spine like this one did. I didn’t even know if it was because he was an amazing kisser, or straight up because Anthony was the one kissing me. Both, probably.

Whatever. I loved it, and I wanted more.

I curved my hand behind his neck. His soft moan made me a little braver, and I slid my fingers up into his hair. That drew a whimper out of him, and fuck me, but he deepened the kiss. His tongue slipped past my lips as he exhaled through his nose, warm breath whispering across my cheek.

Was this real? I wasn’t having some frustration-fueled wet dream, was I? Because there was no way Anthony was kissing me. That he’d made the first move. That his tongue was in my mouth and my hands were in his hair. How? How?

When he finally came up for air, he stared at me with wide eyes. We were both breathing hard. Both trembling.

For half a heartbeat, I thought he might have second thoughts and decide this was a bad idea. Another beat, I was sure, because he was pulling away.

But then he shifted and settled over me, powerful thighs straddling my hips, and that talented, hungry mouth claimed mine once more. The thick ridge of his erection pressed against my stomach, and every time he moved, he rubbed against my dick too. I wanted him naked. I wanted him begging and arching and coming.

Mostly, though, I wanted this deep, hard kiss. He wasn’t overbearing, but he was aggressive and demanding, and when I responded in kind, he moaned and trembled in my arms.

I tugged at his shirt. He got the message immediately, sat back, and peeled it off. Before it had even landed on the couch—before I’d had a chance to drink in the sight of those abs up close—he was kissing me again, and I was more than happy to settle for dragging my hands up his back. God, he was all solid, lean muscle. Powerful. Sculpted. So fucking hot. I’d banged Marines, soldiers, and even that one spec ops guy, and I’d never had my hands or mouth on someone this jaw-droppingly sexy.

And then he broke the kiss and went for my neck.

“Oh, fuck…” I leaned back, closing my eyes as his lips skated alongside my throat. “Anthony…”

He nipped just above my collar. “I want you so bad.”

The words made my toes curl and almost had me coming in my pants. Anthony wanted me?

Of course he did. He’d all but pounced on me. He was hard as a rock, breathless, kissing my neck like his life depended on it. No shit he wanted me.

But hearing him say the words out loud had me arching off the couch and so needy I could barely breathe. “Goddamn…”

His laugh was a hot breath across my throat. Then he pushed himself up, hands braced behind me on the back of the couch. The shyness and uncertainty from earlier were a distant memory—nothing but pure lust and need gleamed in those eyes now.

“So, uh…” I licked my lips. “Pretty sure I can help with that whole getting laid thing.”

Anthony grinned. “Yeah?”

“Uh-huh.” I slid my hands down over his back. “Pretty sure you got some of the necessary supplies earlier, too.”

His face once again glowed red, but he was laughing. “Yeah. Yeah, I did.” He bent to kiss me. “And I don’t even have to fill out that stupid profile now.”

“You can if you want.” I nipped his lower lip as I pushed my hands into his back pockets. “But I had some other things in mind.”

Anthony groaned low in his throat and kissed me hard. “All the necessities are upstairs,” he murmured against my lips. “I think we should join them.”

I didn’t argue.

Chapter 29

Anthony

Under normal circumstances, we probably would’ve tumbled into bed and torn off each other’s clothes the second we were in the bedroom.

There was one unusual variable, though: Lily.

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