Page 29 of Shamrock Kisses

“I think you’re generally a little freak,” I tease, nudging into her as we walk up to the side door of her home. She giggles, and then I ask, “Do you have any pets?”

“Nope. Just a couple of succulents.”

“Good. I’m allergic to dogs.”

“What would you have done if I had a dog?”

“Suffered through it.”

“Right. Degradation.” Rachel sticks out her tongue a little, and I smirk at how her mind is always in the gutter. Thequirkiness of her home immediately brings a smile to my face. I like that it’s a hodgepodge of random stuff that somehow works.

“Are you into thrifting?” I look around at the mismatched dining chairs.

“I’m a Facebook Marketplace addict when I’m bored.”

“I like the place.” Sliding my arm around her shoulder, I squeeze her into me. “Glasses time,” I whisper in her ear.

“Okay … make yourself at home. Grab whatever you want from the fridge.” She starts down the hallway, then looks back. “Meet you on the couch.”

I love how comfortable we are with each other.Opening the fridge, I grab a flavored sparkling water and check out what she has.Could she have any more cheese?There’s string cheese, cheese slices, sprinkle cheese, and cottage cheese.

“Rachel,” I yell, amused. “I think you have a cheese problem.”

“Says who?” she yells from down the hall.

“I know you're a Wisconsin girl … but this seems?—”

“If you don’t like cheese, I’m going to return you to Brandon,” she jokes, walking down the hall in the cutest cat-eye-shaped glasses, yoga pants, and a baggy t-shirt.

“I like cheese.”

“Good. I was nervous for a second.”

We smirk at each other.

“Cat eyes,” I softly say, loving how freaking cute she is in her glasses.

“They're cute, right?”

“Very.” I step toward her, resting my hands on her hips. “I knew you were a kitten.”

Leaning down to kiss her, she swats my chest as our lips meet. I’m a little surprised when Rachel wraps her arms around my neck, not letting me go. Her tongue is saying she wants this to be more than a make out. I squeeze her ass, and she arches into me.So much for just cuddling.Not that I’m complainingbecause I am not. Picking her up, Rachel’s legs immediately wrap around my waist. “Couch or bed?” I ask, breaking our kiss.

“Couch,” she breathes, and I walk us toward it. Laying her down, I hover over the top of her.She’s so beautiful.Pulling up her shirt to just below her bra, I kiss up her stomach. She giggles each time my lips touch her skin.

“So ticklish.” I kiss over to her sides, and she squirms. Her hands find their way under my hoodie and are exploring my back. “What does my kitten want?” I whisper in her ear before flicking my tongue around it.

“Another orgasm.”

Pulling her yoga pants down, I get a wicked idea. Yoga pants in hand, I take her phone out of the side pocket, giving it to her.

“Call the Chinese place.”

Taking my glasses off, I set them on the coffee table and begin kissing her inner thigh delicately.

“You’re going to be down there while I’m on the phone?”

She sounds hesitant for once, and I smile. I don’t say anything. Instead, I make circles on her thigh with my tongue.

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