Page 50 of One Hot Moment

"I'm aware of that. Kendall doesn't like to discuss feelings, though, and neither do I."

She smiles a little, shaking her head. "Men are all the same. Talk about feelings? Ew."

"Have you ever heard me say 'ew'? No, because I wouldn't use that pseudo-word."

She nuzzles my cheek. "But I made you feel better, didn't I?"

Of course she did. Tabitha has the unerring ability to figure out what I need and then give it to me. Clearly, I needed her to tease me about a word that isn't a word. Her silly nature was the perfect medicine.

"When you go home for Kendall's wedding, will you have a serious conversation with him? For me?"

"About my feelings?" I pretend to cringe. "Not sure I can handle that level of torture."

She settles a hand on my thigh, gliding it up and down. "I'll give you a reward when you come back. Something steamy. I'll talk dirty and go down on you like no woman has ever gone down on a man before."

"I see." Now I'm developing a problem that's growing larger by the second. Maybe that explains what I say next. "Come to England with me for Kendall's wedding."

Her head pops up. Her eyes fly wide. "Are you inviting me to be your date?"

"Yes. What do you say?"

She bursts into raucous laughter, smacking wet kisses all over my face. "Yes, yes, yes, of course I'll go home with you, Spence."

Tabitha behaves as if I've just asked her to marry me. But it's my brother who will be tying the knot. While showering me with kisses yet again, she climbs onto my lap and throws her arms around my neck.

And then she kisses me. Not on the cheek. On the mouth.

She dives her tongue between my lips, moaning and laughing all the while. How anyone can laugh and kiss at the same time is beyond me. But I can't resist her seduction, so I match every flick of her tongue until we're both completely out of breath. Well, I'm out of breath. Maybe Tabitha has the magical power to stay conscious even while not breathing. When my ears begin to ring, I pull my mouth away from hers and kiss a trail up her throat.

I clamp a hand on her arse.

She makes the sexiest little grunting sound.

"Ow, yeah, Tabby! Go for it with the British stud."

My head jerks up.

Tabitha freezes with her lips glued to my cheek. But instead of being embarrassed that we've been caught in the act, or almost the act, she glances over her shoulder at her sister. "Have you always spied on me while I'm kissing a guy, Sabrina?"

"You aren't exactly trying to be covert about it."

Their parents walk out of the house, rounding the corner just in time to see me and Tabitha. Barry holds his hand over Connie's eyes. "Don't look, honey. Your eyes might be scalded."

"Why don't you guys go for a walk?" Tabitha suggests. "Spence and I have unfinished business."

Sabrina snorts out a laugh. "Is that what the kids are calling it these days?"

Tabitha climbs off my lap and gently cups my chin with one hand. "Let's go back to my house."

"It does seem more private."

Connie, Barry, and Sabrina watch us walk away until they can't see us anymore and we can't see them either. Tabitha and I waste no time, though. We don't stroll casually toward her home. Instead, we break into a sprint. By the time we reach the door to her tiny home, we're both slightly out of breath. She flings the door open and rushes inside with me right behind her.

Despite the fact that her home is one room, and the bed is ten feet away from the sofa, we still can't make it to the bed. We fall onto the sofa in a haphazard heap, pawing at each other's clothes, desperate to get naked. She nearly strangles me in her haste to remove my shirt, and I scratch her arse while trying to rip her knickers away. Finally, we're sprawled on the sofa in the nude.

But we're both too out of breath to shag yet.

"Sorry, Tabby," I say while gasping for breath. "Just getting our clothes off has left me knackered."

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