Page 11 of Wedded to a Wayne

I want to do it again, but I manage to restrain myself. Barely.

“I had to know,” I tell her honestly, slightly out of breath. “We should know before we agree to anything, shouldn’t we? I wouldn’t want you to be disappointed.”

The next thing I know, she’s grabbing me by my neck to pull me down. She’s kissing me this time, moaning when her tongue slips out to trace the seam of my lips.

I groan into her mouth, circling her hips with my hands to drag her closer, and she whimpers at the contact. She wants this. Wants me.

More.

I’m ready to start begging when she leans back with big eyes and a soft, bemused smile on her face. “I don’t think I’ll be disappointed.”

Neither do I. “I’ll talk to the boys tonight.”

If that goes well, I think we might have an agreement. I’m already thinking about another kiss to seal the deal.

God help me. And her, if she doesn’t already know that what’s between us is going to be more than what she bargained for.

She’ll find out.

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