Page 87 of Forbidden Harmony

The pause was excruciatingly long. He wasjust about to buzz her apartment door again when the front door buzzed. Hegrabbed it and yanked it open before she could change her mind and took the stairsup to the fourth floor.

He knocked on her door and she immediately yankedit open and glared at him. He took one look at her and forgot to goddamnbreathe.

Fuck.

Double fuck.

She was wearing the same pajama bottomsfrom last night and a thin white tank top without – fuck, he was getting a semi–a bra. He stared at her perfect nipples pressing against the thin fabric and couldsee the outline of the barbell in the right one. She backed up and he steppedinto her apartment, closing the door behind him.

She crossed her arms over her tits, and hemourned the loss of those perfect nipples. “What do you want?”

He cleared his throat. “It, uh, smellsgood in here.”

It did smell good. So good in fact thatfor the first time all day, he felt a thread of hunger.

“I’m cooking chili in the slow cooker. Isthat why you’re here? To tell me that my place smells good?”

“No,” he said.

Her look was frosty enough to make him losehis semi. Before he could say anything, she said, “I’m really mad at you.”

“I know.”

“You had no right to say what you did to Lucas.It’s my body and if I want to show him my damn tattoo, I will. You don’t get asay in it, Preacher.”

“You’re right. I apologize.”

“And if you think – wait, what?”

“I’m sorry,” he said.

She blinked at him, her stiff bodysoftening as she slumped against the wall. “Did you just say you were sorry?”

“Yes,” he said. “I fucked up. It won’thappen again.”

He didn’t get why she looked so shocked athis apology until she said, “I – I’m not used to a guy apologizing. Harrisonalways got so pissy if I pointed out something he did that was wrong.”

“I’m not him,” he said.

“Trust me, I realize that,” she said.

There were a few seconds of awkward silenceand then she said, “Thank you for apologizing. I accept.”

He grinned at how formal and weird she wasmaking it. “You sure this is enough? Maybe I need to do something else tomake up for it.”

She licked her lips, her gaze dropping tothe front of his crotch. “Uh, what did you have in mind?”

He picked her up, loving the little squeakof surprise she made and the way her arms wrapped around his neck. “Pussy eating.That work for you, Miss Moore?”

“Yes, Mr. Preacher.” Her prim littleschoolteacher voice made him grin. “Pussy eating works very well for me.”

Chapter Twenty

Addison decided if pussy eating was Preacher’sway of apologizing, he could try and dictate who looked at her tattoo every damnday.

She moaned and clutched at his head, littleshockwaves of pleasure radiating up and down her spine as he licked a slow pathover her clit. He’d had his face between her legs for almost twenty minutesnow and she arched her hips up, trying to urge him to give her exactly what shewanted, what she needed.

“Simon, please,” she moaned when he stoppedlicking her clit and kissed her inner thigh. “Please, I’m so close.”

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