Page 46 of Play It Sinful

“I brought instant ice packs. Do you want to put one on now?”

She stares at me with wide eyes. “You did? That was… thoughtful.”

“You sound surprised. Iama nice guy, you know?”

She tilts her head. “No, I don’t know, but I’m keen to experience your nicer version.”

A strange feeling spreads across my chest. It’s a bit of guilt, and something else, almost like euphoria, but more subtle. I set the food on her desk, then step into her space, snaking my arms around her waist. “Hi,” I rasp.

Satisfaction washes over me when her eyes turn hooded, and she reciprocates my smile. I don’t know what’s happening to me, but I shouldn’t question it when it feels this good.

“Hello,” she replies, then brings her nose to my shirt. “Hmm… you smell good.”

I chuckle. “I do?”

She lifts her chin and looks into my eyes. “Yes.”

God. The way she’s looking at me now, like I’m everything, makes me feel like I’m on the top of the world. It’s hard to believe that, a few months ago, I wanted nothing to do with her, and vice versa. Maybe she’s still under the pain-meds effect, but I don’t care. I cup her cheek and claim her lips.

She opens her mouth with a sigh, and I take full advantage of that. I deepen the kiss, tilting her head to the side. She clutches my upper arms, melting into me. My heart is beating at warp speed, and I’m burning from the inside out. The food is forgotten. Hell… the world is forgotten. When I’m with her, everything fades into the background.

Ashley leans back a little, breaking the kiss. “Sean… the food will get cold.”

“Are you that hungry?” My gaze drops to her lips.

“Yes. I haven’t eaten anything all day.”

“All right,” I say, resigned. “What do you want first?”

“Did the burger come with fries?” She looks inside one of the bags.

“What kind of question is that? Of course.”

She narrows her eyes. “Hey, watch the tone, buddy. I can still kick you out now that I have food.”

I’d believe her if her lips weren’t curled upward.

“Don’t make empty threats, gorgeous. We both know you won’t.”

“Tsk. Don’t get cocky now.” She fishes out one of the burgers and fries from the bag.

I laugh. “I’m not.”

“Whatever.” She sits on her desk chair and takes a big bite of her burger.

I watch her for a moment, in awe that she doesn’t seem to care how she looks when she’s eating. All the girls I dated in the past were so concerned about eating like birds in front of me, and I hated that.

She catches me staring and asks with her mouth half full, “Whut?”

“Nothing.” I decide to follow her example and eat the burger and fries too. They won’t taste as good when they’re cold.

“You can sit on my bed,” she tells me.

“Can I?” I raise a brow. “What if I get crumbs on your bed?”

She shrugs. “I’ll make you clean it.”

I chuckle. “Of course you will.”

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