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“Jesus…” he groaned, running his hand over the back of her hair.

She pulled up enough and teased, “Nope, just me.”

Before he could laugh or tell her that was a good one, her mouth was back and his laugh turned into another groan. His hands moved out of her hair, and he gripped the covers in his fists. He tried to think about anything but the feel of her going down on him. He started visualizing a car engine and how to rebuild it, but the sweep of her tongue under his shaft made little stars explode behind his eyes.

“Fuck, baby, if you don’t stop I’m gonna…”

She paused long enough to whisper breathlessly, “It’s okay.”

He rolled them until he was sitting up, hovering over her. “No. Not for me. It’s not good for me unless you go too.”

He caught her smile a second before his mouth took hers, and he drew out the kiss, making slow leisurely sweeps of his tongue. He helped her pull his T-shirt over her head, revealing her small perfect breasts, and gave each rosy nipple a soft kiss. “You are so beautiful.”

He watched her face as he rubbed the firm mounds gently, taking one of the hard points between his lips. He rolled it in his mouth, and her head fell back with a moan.

“I think about this a hundred times a day, touching you, kissing you, listening to those sweet sounds you make when I do something you like.”

Her lips twisted up at the corners, and her voice was breathy as she joked, “Only a hundred?”

He chuckled and moved his hands down her body. “It’s probably more, but every time you cross my mind, my dick pitches a tent in my pants, and it’s damn uncomfortable.”

Gracie giggled until he slipped his hand between her legs. His fingers found her clit, then slid down along her slit. He worked his fingers in and out of her with one hand while the other pressed her nub, making fast circles over it as she moved against him.

When her hand reached between them and grabbed his dick, he let her take control. She guided him to her entrance, and he pushed inside.

She tried to kiss him hard, but he controlled the rhythm of their lovemaking and kept the kisses soft. He eased out of her and slid back in deep, so slow it was bordering on torture for him, but he wanted it to be good for her. She held on to his shoulders, and he continued to kiss her sweet mouth as he slipped in and out of her tight body.

Finally, she started to tremble. He caught her cry in his mouth as her body rocked against his, and when her muscles spasmed around his cock, he let go.

As they both came down, he rolled onto his back and ran his hands over her spine. Her lips were sweetly swollen and her eyes dreamy, and he reached up to cup her cheek. Her smile was like Christmas lights, bright and twinkly, and her voice was low when she quipped, “I think you’re getting better at this.”

He grunted. “I’ve always been good at this. I’m just lucky I found the right partner.”

Her body stiffened, and he realized he’d sounded like a fucking jackass.

“Sorry, I just meant we’re good together.”

“Yeah,” she said, trailing her fingers over his chest without meeting his eye.

“It’s too bad you still don’t like me, though.”

His teasing had the effect he hoped for, and she relaxed. “Yeah. Too bad.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

“Being in love with someone is all about the little things…and not killing each other.” -Miss-Know-It-All’s Gossip Column

Two days before New Year’s Eve, Gracie sat down in the window seat of the Delta flight that would take them to Salt Lake City, Utah, and on to Chicago, Illinois, and finally, New York City. They had decided to fly out of Twin Falls instead of Boise because it was closer, but the two rows of seating on eith

er side of the plane’s aisle made the jet seem smaller.

Not that Gracie minded; she loved flying, but Eric was so tall, she was worried he’d be cramped.

“Are you sure you don’t want the window seat?” she asked.

“Nah, I’m good.”

She noticed the beads of sweat on his temples, and his skin appeared ashen. “Are you okay? Are you going to be sick?”

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