Page 25 of Beautiful Defiance

“Do tell?”

“Why do you need to know?”

“I’d like to punch the face of the person who told you, that’s why. Failing anything is embarrassing as fuck.”

“No one snitched on you. When I went looking for your locker combo, I might’ve ‘stumbled’ onto your grades.”

She air-quoted “stumbled.” Stumbled my ass. She went looking for something to hold over my head in case she couldn’t, one, steal the battery from my truck and two, booby trap my locker. Leigh is a piece of work, and the way her mind works is turning me the fuck on.

“You are ruthless.”

“How so?”

I call her out.

Her amber eyes sparkle. “Caught. Will ruthless be your next nickname for me?”

“Hell no, I won’t give you the satisfaction.”

“Darn.”

Small smile from her, and damn it, she is beautiful.

I shift my pelvis upward the same time she rolls her hips. Her heat cocoons my dick. I groan.

“Leigh, fuck.”

“Sorry, big guy, but we’re not going there.”

My big guy twitches in my pants. I groan, again. “Brutal. You. Are. Brutal.”

She laughs. “Next move is yours to make.”

I dig my fingers into her skin. Open my mouth. She shakes her head. “Keep to the kiss. Chaste. No tongue action.”

Damn, and here I thought I could tongue that sinful corner. I move my hands from her hips to the sides of her face. My eyes open, I press my mouth on the corner of hers. Her skin is soft. Warm. Smooth. I inhale. Flowers and vanilla. Sweet. I could eat her up. Eat her out. Bury my nose in the curve of her neck. Bury my face against her pussy. She’d be wet on my face. Sweet on my tongue.

That’s what I imagine Leigh would be like and taste like. I’ve never gone down on a girl, but for Leigh to feel all sorts of good, I’ll do it.

Except Leigh’s not a casual hookup type of girl. She’s after a relationship, and I’m not looking for a girlfriend. Casual is all I’ll offer a girl. I drop my palms from her face and sink back into the couch.

“Get cleaned up. Get something in your stomach for your meds.”

She gets up off my lap. Thank fuck. I was seriously rethinking the casual-relationship thing during my speech.

Leigh stands. Sways. I lurch up and clasp on to her waist. “Hey, there. No need to hurry. We have more than enough time.”

“I’m not riding in with you.”

“I saved your life. You owe me. Owing me is getting a ride from me. Easy as pie.”

“Easy isn’t what I need. We agreed on that.”

“You’re sick.”

“I’m better.”

She puts her hands on my chest and pushes. I don’t budge.

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