Page 109 of How to Win the Girl

…better lock the door then.

The way she says it; the way her eyes flicker to the door handle and the lock, with one brow arched.

Cocky.

One side of my mouth curves into a smile. “I’d better lock the door, huh.”

Her head goes up and down slowly.

Why hadn’t I thought of locking the door when I’d stalked through it? ’Cause I hadn’t actually intended to bust in on her like a freaking Neanderthal, that’s why. All I’d wanted to do was talk to her—not corner her. But she’d looked up at me with those big doe eyes, lips a glossy pink, and I’d blurted out that I’ve beenmissingher.

Miss her?

Fuck yes, I missed her, and it’s been killing me, seeing her with my brother, listening to them laugh, seeing them at this party with their heads bent together.

What the hell had they been giggling about?

Door locked, I pull her back between my spread legs, fingers grazing the soft skin of her neck—the simple black shirt she’s wearing is cold-shouldered and sexy, baring everything down to her cleavage. She’s tan, too.

Glowing.

Frowning at me now, if I’m being honest—so I kiss the furrow between her brows before placing a kiss on the tip of her nose.

So pretty.

So sassy.

“What have you been up to, Daisy?” My low and deep voice vibrates in my chest.

She pouts. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

I don’t have to tilt her chin up to kiss her mouth; Daisy lifts it for me, presenting me with a clear path to her lips. We sigh when our tongues connect, the taste of beer and mint gum lingering on her lips, a low groan escaping my chest. It's a groan that long, loud and primal.

I swear to God my hands are shakingas they caress the side of her face…so I have to let them fall to my side, I don’t need her knowing how she affects me. They hang weightless, every last nerve ending vibrating as I lose the center of gravity inside my body.

God, I want to run my fingers through her hair.

Kiss her face, kiss her eyebrows, kiss the side of her neck…

She smells so good.

Tastes good, too.

Daisy leans into me her breasts against my chest; I can feel her hard nipples through her shirt—and mine.Is she not wearing a bra?

We kiss like we mean it: hard but gentle, controlled but lazy.

Wet.

Daisy rises to her tiptoes so she can wrap her hands around my neck, sliding them up my back until they're rubbing my nape, fingernails stroking the backside of my scalp in the most delicious way.

Fuck if it don’t feel good.

She's breathing hard when I dip my head, inhaling her skin of the tender spot next to her ear, nudging her hair aside with my nose. Her hair is silken and glossy and smells fantastic; like apples or flowers or, I don’t know—something amazing.

I flick her earlobe with the tip of my tongue, wanting my tongue everywhere.

I wanther.

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