Page 56 of Beautiful Defiance

He is sweet and warm, and our kiss full on the mouth is everything I imagined it would be, starting off slow and tentative then cresting into this intensity that sets me afire from my head to my toes. Moaning, I shove my fingers in his hair and slant his head. I deepen the kiss and grind on his erection.

I rock back and forth along his thickness beneath his jeans. He feels so good. His mouth on mine, his length and thickness rubbing my pussy through our clothes, my arousal clinging to my panties with every back and forth motion from me.

“Leigh, babe, God, you’re fucking beautiful.”

He tips us forward and gets me on my back. I stretch out my legs. Resting on one hip, he kisses a path down my neck, lifts my camisole and takes a nipple in his mouth.

His wet warm mouth on my hardened bud, nipping and sucking . . . I come off the bed. Clamp his head to my breast. His laughter muffles against my skin, and my toes curl. They curl.

“Seven, that feels so good, but we should stop.”

“Agree.”

“Wait, you do?” I lift my head and look at him.

“Leigh, we agreed on a kiss. This is rounding second base.”

“You’re right.”

“Hold up. Say that again.”

“Wipe that shit-eating grin off your face, Seven Shanahan.”

“Leigh.”

“Okay, fine, you are right. Right, right, right. Happy?”

“Over the moon. Cool. You’re cool, Defiance.”

“Thanks.” I smile, liking our easy back and forth. It’s never been this easy talking to a guy.

Seven hops out of bed, takes off his clothes except for his boxers, and crawls back under the covers. We snuggle. Yep, we snuggled after that hot-as-sin heavy petting.

“You’ll get ahold of Maddox?” He slides his arm across my shoulder, under my mass of long hair.

“First thing tomorrow morning.” I curl my body into his.

“You’ll tell me what he says?”

“His exact words, Seven.”

“And those fuckers who messed with you? Want me to fuck them up?”

“No need.” I cradle his face with my palm. Tilt his head away from me. Kiss the underside of his jaw. “They’re dead.”

“Maddox?”

“Mum’s the word. I’m not a snitch.”

“Gotcha. Night, Leigh.”

“Goodnight, Seven. Thank you for staying.”

“Pass up your boner-inducing kisses? Never, Defiance.”

I laugh. “So romantic, Seven. So romantic.”

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