Page 106 of Scatter the Bones

“You got equipment?” Jigsaw asks. “Shovel, snowblower, whatever?”

“In the garage.” I turn and stare at him. It’s a big parking lot and then there’s the whole front of the house that needs to be cleared. He can’t do it all on his own before our first appointment. “My dad has a company that will come clear the lot.” I glance at the clock. “They’ve usually started by now.”

“I’ll take care of it. If you come greet me properly.” He crooks a finger and holds the sheet high.

How can I resist that offer? I dive back into bed and snuggle up tight against his warm, solid body.

“That’s better,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around me and resting his chin on my head. “You sleep okay?”

Actually, I did. Talking everything out with him helped. No nightmares about Daniel. For now, he’s not my problem. “Yes. Although, I woke up to your hand on my boob.”

He stretches his arm out, wiggling his fingers. “Sorry I missed out on that.”

Shaking with laughter, I press a kiss to the base of his throat.

“I’m surprised it wasn’t somewhere else.” He slides one hand down my body. Anticipating where he’s headed, I shift back a few inches, then sigh when he dips under my shorts and rubs one finger between my legs.

A low sound somewhere between a groan and a growl vibrates through his chest. “You’re soaked.”

“I never said…I didn’t like waking up with…your hand on my breast,” I whisper between choppy breaths.

“What about my mouth?” He nips the fabric of my top between his teeth and tugs on it until one breast pops out. He captures the tip between his lips and sucks hard.

“Oh,” I breathe out. “Yes, I like that too.”

I roll flat on my back and he follows, licking and sucking at one nipple. I scramble to spread my legs, give him room, and he gently closes his teeth over the tip of my nipple.

“No.” He lazily swirls his tongue around the tip. “Stay just like you are. I like my hand trapped between your pretty thighs.”

Heat explodes over my skin. Why is that so hot?

He holds me in place and slowly flicks my clit. I can’t help it, I arch my back, and swivel my hips, chasing the zip of electricity.

“That’s it. Show me.” He nuzzles closer, sucking at my neck, whispering a mix of sweet and filthy things in my ear.

Sweat mists my forehead and I squeeze my eyes closed. Close. So close.

He rubs faster. My center trembles, tingles racing over my skin. My back bows off the bed. My lips part on a silent scream.

“That’s it,” he encourages, dragging his fingers through my wetness.

Breathing hard, I lay there dazed for a moment while he keeps pressing little kisses to my cheek, my neck, and my chest.

Something hard prods my hip. I roll toward him, and he jerks his hand out of my shorts.

“Thank you,” I whisper. “Your turn.”

I reach down and wrap my hand around his erection. Dropping kisses against his chest, I slide lower.

He groans and shifts his body, allowing me more access. “Couldn’t help myself.”

Another groan slips past his lips as I tug his shorts down and seal my lips over the head of his cock.

“Oh fuck.” He rolls flat on his back and lifts his hips.

I release him with a soft pop and pull his shorts off the rest of the way. He stretches and reaches for something, while I take him in my mouth again as far as I can, using my hand to cover what my lips can’t.

“That’s so good.” He sucks in a harsh breath. “Again.”

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