Page 170 of The Re-Proposal

Mine, mine,mine.

This body.

This woman.

This pleasure.

I can’t get enough. I’llneverget enough.

She bawls out and I smile darkly. The night is just beginning. I’ve barely scratched the surface of all the hot, wicked things on my list to celebrate our grand reunion.

“I want you.” She tugs at my shirt.

“Where are your manners, princess?” I nip at her ear.

“I’m not going to say please.”

“Then tell me if this is better than your dream,” I demand.

“Are you so jealous you want to compete with my imagination of you?” she fires back.

“I’m jealous when anyone who isn’t me gets to touch you.”

“Maniac.”

“You have no idea.”

A husky laugh falls out of her and it sends a crazed hunger rushing through my blood.

I kiss her mouth for being so feisty and then I kiss her again for being so perfect. We get lost in a long insatiable tangle of limbs and tongues.

Still kissing, I gather her up and set her on the rug near the crackling fire.

Her lithe brown body glistens, shoulders rolling in a tense little gasp.

I’ve been waiting for this for ten years. Ages. I spent my life starving for her touch.

Which makes the sound of my ringing cell phone a furiously unwelcome distraction.

I pop my mouth away from Ris’s body. She groans and moves her hand over mine when I start to put the phone on silent.

“Don’t.”

“Ris…” I already know where she’s going with this.

“Check. It could be important.”

“Nothing more important than this,” I growl.

She looks up at me through heavily lidded eyes. “You can’t say that anymore, Cody. You have a son now. Or temporarily. It doesn’t matter. Joel might need you.”

Reluctantly, I back away, leaving her on the rug looking gorgeous, sweaty and ready to be ravaged.

It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life.

Vargas’s name fills the screen.

I smash the button to answer the call. “You better hope someone’s dying.”

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