Page 87 of Finding Hope

“During your professional career?”

“Ha, no! Every single time was from my brothers, and all but two wereoutsidethe gym. Jim already told you; I don’t get hurt in the octagon.”

Bringing her bottom lip between her teeth, she draws my gaze… and builds my hunger.

Please, God. Give them to me.

“Do you often fight your brothers for fun?”

I shake my head seriously. “It’sneverfor fun, Bambie. Usually it’s a pivotal point in our life. Bad blood that’ll only be resolved with fists.” I’m mostly joking. “Jim was the first to break my nose, though that time was an accident. He meant to hit Jon, which he did that, too. He broketwonoses that day. The asshole.”

Smiling softly, she drags my gaze back to her lips. “You guys are crazy.”

I shrug, and luxuriate in the feel of her lean limbs under my hands. I slide a hand along her ribs, over her hips, over her thighs. I don’t even care that we’reonlyfriends; my hands slide over the curve of her ass, anyway.

“It was his wedding day. He got a free pass.”

“Jack?”

My eyes flick back to hers. “Mmm?”

“You can kiss me…” She shrugs. “Ya know, if you wanna.”

My eyes drop back to her plump lips. “Yeah?”

She nods. “I mean, I climbed a fenceanda house for you. I already showed my cards; I kinda like you.”

Kneading her ass, I lean closer with a smile. “I kinda like you too, Bambie.”

She laughs softly. “I feel like we’re in high school. Like a couplenervous teenagers. This is a different Jack than the guy who fucked me against a door.”

I lean in and begin nibbling on her fragrant neck. “Same guy. Same tricks. But I promise not to be an asshole in the morning.” The soft, appreciative vibrations that move up her throat spur me on.

Shifting over her, I separate her legs to make room for mine, place my arms on either side of her head, and continue nibbling along her throat.

Sighing, she stretches her neck to make room, and wraps her legs around my hips to allow me to get closer.

The warmth between her legs presses against my cock; even through sweat pants, boxers,andher shorts.

Is she wearing panties?

Tracing my shoulders with soft hands, my traps, my pecs, her nails slide along the fabric of my shirt and leave me shivering.

I’m a man. I don’t shiver, and I don’t blush, but Britt somehow has me doing both.

Cupping my face and forcing my lips from her neck, her eyes bore into mine as she pulls me forward. I watch her, study her, stare at her until the very last second, then our lips touch and my eyes slam closed.

Groaning, my gentle hands tighten. Her tongue comes out to slide along my bottom lip, and in an instant, she almost unmans me.

Sliding a hand along her ribs, skimming over the side of her breasts and down over the flat of her stomach, I peel her top up to her chin.

I want to feel her skin on mine.

I didn’t even know how much I missed it till now. I missed it.

I missedher.

Reaching back and pulling my shirt up, I make space between our lips only long enough to rid myself of my shirt and toss it to the floor. With her eyes stopping on my chest, her breath comes fast as she studies me, as mesmerized with me as I am with her.

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