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Another wave of moisture flooded my core, anticipating what was to come.

His wallet landed next to my arm. I opened my eyes, bringing my hands up to clutch the sides of his head. I was glad he could still think straight. If I’d been in charge, I’d already be riding him, damn the consequences.

With deft fingers, he plucked the condom from inside. A moment and a wrapper crinkle later, he wrapped his hands around my waist and lifted me onto the edge of the counter.

One hand came up and gripped my chin, bringing my eyes to his.

How eyes that were nearly black could burn, I didn’t know. But Ozzie’s did exactly that. The little flecks of gold shone bright with an inner fire.

With a slow roll of his hips, our eyes still locked together, he fused our bodies.

CHAPTER 25

Ozzie

Ireally thought we’d eat before anything happened.

But I couldn’t complain about eating cold crab in my boxer-briefs while sitting on our pile of clothes on Claire’s kitchen floor.

This was hands down the best date I’d ever had.

And not just because of the sex.

There was a comfort level with her I’d never experienced before. None of my previous girlfriends were ever comfortable being this uninhibited and content before or after lovemaking. Outwardly, Claire fit the type of woman I went for.

Professional and career minded. Friendly. Smart.

Blonde.

But underneath the veneer of makeup and clothes was a woman who did everything with her soul. It ruled her actions and emotions, making her more…realthan any other woman I’d ever met.

Honestly, I shouldn’t be surprised by our current circumstances. The Claire who had hopped on an ATV and led me to a potentially dangerous encounter with a likely murderer was most definitely the kind of woman to have sex in a kitchenand then eat crab while sitting on the floor in little more than her underwear.

My gaze traveled over the slice of her collarbone exposed by the gaping neckline of my flannel shirt.

She’d slipped it on, along with her underwear, not long ago. With our bodies sated and limp, we’d spent a decent bit of time cuddled together on the floor before her grumbling stomach forced us to take action.

I’d watched—hungry for more than just crab—as she got up, divesting herself of her boot long enough to take off her leggings and then pull up her panties and put on my shirt. Once she was put together, she grabbed a roll of paper towels and the bag of crab from the fridge.

I hadn’t bothered with my pants or my t-shirt. Our lovemaking left me warm, so I’d covered up out of decency, using the rest of my clothes and hers to keep us off the kitchen tile.

The boxer-briefs also kept me a little safer from Pebbles and her tiny claws. The dog had left at some point while Claire and I made love, but once we pulled out the food, she’d come running back. All it had taken was for her to scramble onto my abdomen, eager to get to her mistress, for me to pick up my underwear and slide them on.

Now she nibbled on pieces of crab Claire tore off and put on a napkin for her.

I wiped my fingers on some toweling, then wadded it up and stuffed it into the empty bag. “I’m full. That was good.” Even cold, the crab was juicy and full of flavor. Riggs was right. I doubted any place could top it.

Claire sucked the last piece of meat out of her crab leg and set the shell in the to-go box, humming her agreement.

Once again, the skin exposed at her neck caught my attention. I leaned in and nuzzled the spot with my nose. Shesmelled so good. Like flowers and her own heady scent mixed in. “What do you think we should do the rest of the evening?”

Her low chuckle brought an answering smile to my mouth. She knew what I was thinking. I’d bet everything I owned it was the same thing she was.

Sucking butter off her fingers, she tipped her head, giving me better access.

“Maybe we’ll make it to the bedroom this time,” I said against her skin.

Her soft, low chuckle sent a zing through my veins. “My back would thank you.”

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