Page 90 of Waiting to Lose
God, he loved her.
He slid his tongue into her mouth when she parted her lips to speak, and she groaned into him, deepening the kiss. He slowly pulled her onto his lap as he scooted down onto her bed. He turned her and laid her head on the pillow as his tongue danced with hers and her hands flew into his hair, kneading and pulling on him passionately.
He lifted his mouth from hers as she gasped and reached her lips for more. He smiled. “You’d better get to class. You’re going to be late.”
Madi bit her lip and pushed him off of her. She pulled on her boot and twisted her hair into a wet, messy bun as she huffed, “You’re such an ass.”
He smiled at her as he studied her. She pulled her backpack from the door and stuffed two books and a notebook into it. She stopped briefly as she drew her eyebrows together in a pained expression.
“I’ll be here when you get back,” he said with a crooked grin, raising an eyebrow.
Her responding smile as she opened and closed the door was more than enough to fill his heart. He noticed a flash of Rob as he stood when Madi exited, and he felt a twinge of regret that he hadn’t offered to walk her to class. Twenty minutes later, his phone rang. It was Rob.
“We have another piece of the puzzle. It seems Peter Markum’s mother briefly remarried. He had a sister.”
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