Page 29 of Must Love Alligators

“Well, I need to check it out.”He pulled her panties down and looked at the spot he’d bared.

Bailey looked up at the ceiling.Okay, they’d just been very intimate.But this seemed…ridiculous.

“I need to clean it up,” he told her.“That ornament glass is really thin.You might have some slivers in there.”

She kept looking at the ceiling.“I need to bandage my butt?”she asked.

“Oh, yeah, you’re going to need a bandage on that.”He stood and turned her to face him.“It’s not bad.If I can be sure to get any glass out of it.Then we’ll wash it, antibiotic cream, bandage.No big deal.”

“So we didn’t actually manage to kiss without anyone getting maimed.”

He grinned.“Guess not.”

“It’s not really funny.”But it was kind of funny.

“This grin is not one of amusement,” he assured her.

“Then what is it?”

“Pure cockiness,” he told her.

Bailey lifted her brows.“Cockiness about what, exactly?”

“Being so good that you didn’t even feel glass digging into your ass while I was fucking you.”

Bailey felt her mouth drop open.

He lifted a hand, pressed her chin up with one finger, and leaned in to kiss her.“I’ll be on the bottom next time if you want.Just in case.”

Bailey wasn’tsure what he told Ellie he needed the tweezers and antibiotic cream and bandages for, but thirty minutes later, they were back in Autre and in the upstairs bedroom at Cora’s house, where Chase had stayed last summer and now that he was visiting for Christmas.

She lay on her stomach and just tried not to think about the fact that Chase Dawson was picking tiny pieces of glass out of her ass.Sitting in the airboat on the ride back had been a little uncomfortable, she could admit.How had she not felt all of that when she’d first rolled on the ornament?

But it didn’t take much to remember exactly why.

Chase Dawson’s hands, mouth, and well, the rest of him.

“All done,” he told her a few minutes later.He gave her butt a little pat over the top of the bandage he’d applied.“Won’t even scar that sweet ass.”

She rolled to her back, pulling her skirt down.“If we keep hanging out, it seems like the chances of one of us ending up with a scar or two are pretty good.”

He crawled up and stretched out beside her.“Yeah, maybe.”

“You okay with that?”She ran her fingers through his hair.It had only been a few hours ago that she’d felt jumpy and unsure of him and now she couldn’t keep her hands off of him and she felt as if she had every right to touch him.

She’d found a place to fit.Someone to fit with.She and Chase had completely different backgrounds but they’d both felt a little like square pegs trying to fit in round holes.He understood that.And now they’d both found their passions, a place to be even, something that excited them for their futures, if they were still working on it.They were finding their way.

Plus they’d finally been able to fit together.

Wow, had they.

And now he was going to go back to D.C..

“Very,” he said, sincerely.“This feels good.I want to keep seeing you.I want to talk to you on the phone.I want to Skype.I want to sext.”

“You mean text?”she teased.

“What did I say?”

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