Page 59 of Family Bonds: Coy & Angel

She moved in front of him, glanced at the sauce in the pan on the stove and then reached over to shut the burner off.

He turned and looked at her, lifting one eyebrow that caused her to giggle.

“I thought we could hold off on dinner for a bit unless you’re really hungry.”

He smirked. “I’m hungry, but not necessarily for food. Is that what you’re hinting at?”

Phew! He could read her mind.

Now if he had that ability they could have saved themselves years of this jumping around. Even the months that she’d lived here.

“Maybe,” she said shyly.

He laughed and picked her up in a hug. She went with her gut and wrapped her legs around his waist. Holy cow, in her dreams this happened all the time.

His mouth crushed hers and he started to walk to his room, the friction of their jeans rubbing against each other working her up.

Oh man, she might come like this and didn’t want that to happen.

When they got to his room, he leaned over and laid her on the bed, his body on top of hers, her legs still around his waist, and they continued to kiss like they’d been doing for weeks.

Her hips lifted and he reached around and unhooked her ankles, then put her legs down while he leaned back and reached for the bottom of her shirt, inching it up and over her head.

His eyes landed on her scar that was visible with her bra on.

“Don’t look at it,” she said. “It’s old and meaningless. I don’t want you to think I can’t handle this.”

“I know you can handle it,” he said. “I’ve just been waiting for you to make the move.”

“Maybe I was slow this time around,” she said.

“Or you’re being cautious and I can appreciate it,” he said. “We’ve had time to get to know each other more.”

“I’m glad you understand that,” she said. “Take your shirt off too.”

He laughed and lifted it over his head. Her jaw dropped. She was so used to seeing him in scrubs or long-sleeved shirts. He didn’t wear anything really fitted to his body nor baggy, but she had no idea he’d have a chest and abs like this.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Just admiring what you’ve been hiding.”

“I could say the same,” he said. She’d moved up to lean on her elbows and his knuckles grazed the swell of her breasts, then slid the straps off her shoulders.

When her breasts popped free, she reached around to undo the clasp, her nipples hardening at the air in the room.

Coy dipped his head down, his lips wrapping around one, and he started to suck.

It felt as if her insides were being pulled in through her bellybutton.

How come she’d never felt this way before?

She started to squirm on the bed and he moved to the other side, her hands in his hair holding him there for a minute.

She needed to tell him before he went any further, but it was hard to.

After a minute, he started to kiss his way down her stomach and she blurted out, “I haven’t done this before.”

“What?” he said, standing back. “Haven’t done what before?”

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