Page 43 of Family Bonds- Kelsey & Van

“My point is there is an old rule. The third date rule.”

“That one I know,” he said, grinning.

“There is a smile. Damn. You are really attractive when you do that.”

The smile dropped. “I haven’t had a ton to smile about in life.”

She put her wine down and got up to sit on his lap. “I want to change that for you. Maybe for me too.”

“Why?”

“Beats the shit out of me. Maybe I’m just horny.”

“Are you now?”

“Very,” she said. “I don’t follow the third date rule with anyone else. It’s been a looooong time.”

She looked into his dark eyes and saw a bit of something she couldn’t put her finger on. He had a rough beard going but not always. She got the impression he shaved when he felt like it. Just like he did most things in life—what he wanted when he wanted.

“Why me?” he asked. “Did the house turn you on like all those women when they see the final reveal on TV?”

“Did you just make a joke, Van?” she asked, wiping an imaginary tear from her eye.

“A poor one,” he said.

“Nope. It was funny. And no, that didn’t turn me on. You did. You have been.”

“I’m not into pity sex,” he said.

She tried not to be offended. “Me neither. Do you feel sorry for me that I haven’t had it in over a year? Maybe more?”

“Nope,” he said.

“Well then, I guess this decision is yours.”

The fact she could feel his dick shifting under her lap told her what he was thinking. She grinned to prove it too.

“This is your chance to say no before I stand up and carry you to my room.”

She twisted an invisible lock in front of her lips.

He stood up fast and carried her through the house and to his room, his mouth crushing hers before he came down on top of her on the bed.

Her hands slid under his shirt, over his back, up his shoulders and felt a lot of muscles.

Damn, she needed to get his shirt off and started to tug it up and over his head.

He had to break the kiss to do that but then went right back at it.

His hands slid into her shorts and cupped her heat, then under her underwear and started to slide around her wetness.

She let out a squeal when a finger quickly invaded her and then bucked up for more.

She was lifting and lowering her hips as if he was fully embedded inside of her and coming faster than she wanted.

Her body sagged on the bed, her hands to her sides.

“That wasn’t what I was thinking of,” she said. “But thank you.”

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