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And kissing her? Well, hell, that’s better than any fuck from any other girl on the planet.

My Lulu jumps forward, crashing into my body, moaning for me to kiss her, to ravish her. Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her into a hug, forcing her to her tiptoes. She loves it when I do that.

I can’t help but smile.

She wipes the smile from my mouth with the trace of her tongue.

She’s making me week in the knees.

I kiss her. I kiss her until my soul is about to explode.

I step forward, walking her backward to the bed.

I’m gonna bury myself in her if it’s the last thing I do.

“Uncle Ry!”

Lulu gasps, jerking her mouth away from mine. We both perk up, like wild animals listening for a hunter.

Please be a false alarm. Oh, please. Please. Please.

“Uncle Ry! I had a bad dream and spilled my water.”

Lulu stumbles from my arms. Taking a step back, I swipe my hand across my face so hard my stubble burns my palm. Her eyes are wide and her chest is heaving like she just ran a marathon. Her lips are swollen and red. She’s dazed. And horny. And completely gorgeous. And all mine.

Sighing, I look at the ceiling, grunting in frustration. “I can’t believe this is happening.” Rolling my shoulders, I try to ease the tension coursing through my body.

I turn my head, shouting to my niece. “I’m coming. Be there in just a second.”

Lulu giggles, nodding at my crotch. “It doesn’t look like you’re coming.”

I’m glad she finds the situation humorous. Because I don’t.

Not. One. Bit.

My hand cups my erection, forcefully trying to make myself limp. “I can’t believe I’m being cock blocked by a six-year-old.”

Lulu smiles, planting her hand on her hip. The movement causes her breasts to sway. “Who said you were getting any tonight?”

I lift my eyebrows. “That kiss spoke volumes.”

“Maybe it’s just been too long since you’ve kissed anyone.”

On my way out of the room, I pour my hot breath across the shell of her ear. “It’s been too long since I’ve kissed you, Lulu.”

Chapter 30

CRUTCH

Twelve Days.

I haven’t seen her in twelve days. I’m like a damn giddy schoolgirl counting down the minutes.

When I finally made it back to the bedroom on that Saturday night, she was passed out. Dead asleep. I wanted nothing more than to crawl into the bed next to her. To slide my throbbing dick deep inside her, to wake her with a mind-blowing orgasm, to cover her body from head to toe in love.

But that wouldn’t have been the right thing to do. So I slept downstairs on the couch. Once again, I couldn’t even trust myself to sleep in the guest bedroom upstairs. I mean, her scent carried down the hallway. How could I ignore that?

We spent the whole next day together—Laura, Lulu, and me. And when I dropped Lulu off that night, Holt was home. Call me old fashioned, but I don’t really want to make passionate love to Lulu while her protective, football-playing cousin is one wall away. Plus, she had to leave early the next morning for the trial in Jackson.

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