Page 124 of Resurfaced Passion
“That’s damn right, baby.” He growled.
* * *
Some minutes later, reluctant to get back to normal life, she’d much prefer to stay in the stairwell cuddling and kissing Reaper. Something was digging into her hip that roused her inquisitiveness and it wasn’t what she’d first expect it to be. No, his delicious dick was already caressing against her belly. Without their lips parting from their gentle, loving kissing, she slid her hand into his front jeans pocket and fished out a small cylinder.
Because she was curious, she pulled away a little and looked down at a familiar….old tube of vanilla cupcake.
Paige glanced up and saw Reaper’s mouth wet and his eyes shaded with drooping lids.
“Is this… is this my Chapstick, Reaper?”
He grunted and brushed his lips against her neck.
“Reaper?”
“Yeah?”
“Is it?”
“Maybe.”
Her heart galloped. Just when she thought she knew him; a new sweeter layer was revealed. Her veins felt too tight for her skin.
“Why do you have one of my old Chapstick’s, Reaper?”
He took it back, slipped it into his pocket again and didn’t give a silly excuse but said. “Wanted to carry something of yours with me.”
Oh. God.
His gaze scraped over her—face, breasts, pussy though it was covered by her clothes, it still pulsed for his attention, face, breasts, pussy again—like he was chasing the order in which he needed to devour her. Every inch of skin shivered, and Paige had to hold onto the lapels of his soft buttery leather jacket in order to stay upright.
One orgasm and she was ready to melt onto the floor and ask for more.
Her simple dress uniform may as well be made out of air because she couldn’t feel it against her skin. Just his hot gaze.
The urgency of the kiss she gave him couldn’t be ignored, though she knew she should have been back inside ten minutes ago, she allowed herself one more perfect minute with him.
“I’ll see you later?”
“At home, yeah.” he replied roughly, his sharp eyes stroking her.
God, she loved him. Really loved him.
“Thanks for stopping by.” She sighed dreamily, buried in his thick arms and warm body.
“I’ll always come for you, Paige.”
Oh, you will later, my boy.She wanted to say.
He walked her inside, their arms around each other. “All I want to do is go home with you now.”
“Say the word, I’ll get you on the back of my bike.”
He would too. She knew this absolutely.
She really had lucked out in the boyfriend lotto.
The presidential election didn’t shock Paige.
