Page 185 of Dangerous Encore

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God, his skin feels good againstmypalm.

I shimmy my panties to my ankles and kickthemoff.

My breath catches in my throat as I turn, and press my ass against hiscrotch.

He presses his palm against my pelvis. Drags his lips over my cheek and down my neck. "Fuck, I've been dreaming about you coming onmyhand."

Inod.

"I need you so much, baby. You drive me out of my fucking mind. Youknowthat?"

I nod. He drives me out of mymindtoo.

Kit draws small circles over my skin with his fingertips. The touch is light, soft. Unbearably light.Unbearablysoft.

I'm already at hismercy.

But Ilikeit.

I arch my back, rubbing my assagainsthim.

Reveling in the feeling of hishard-on.

All that denim intheway.

I hate fabric. I hate clothes. I hate everything in the way of our bodiesjoining.

Like thatnoise.

That familiarnoise.

Asong.

Shit. That's my cellphone.

And that's the ring tone Isentfor…

OhmyGod.

Oh myfuckingGod.

"That's… that might be. I have to get that." Now, where the hell is my phone? I move toward the sound of theringing.

There.

It's sitting on thecouch.

It's flashing.Incoming call from NexieJones.

There's no time to panic. I suck a deep breath through my teeth, reach for the phone, answer the call, bring the speaker tomyears.

Okay.

I'mcalm.

I'mhandlingthis.

I'm not going to freak out, no matter what thenewsis.

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