Page 90 of Good at Being Bad (Rock Canyon, Idaho 8)

Suddenly, she was jerked out onto the porch and the door closed behind her with a thud. With her back pressed against the wood and the July wind racing across the porch, signaling a thunderstorm was approaching, she shivered. It had nothing to do with Mike leaning over her, his lips so close she could feel the branding heat without them touching.

“I’ll give you the year, and then we’re getting married,” Mike said.

Tears clogging her throat, she choked on a wet laugh. “Deal.”

His hand rested on her waist then slid behind until it was bringing her body flush against his. “I love you.”

“Was it just the notebook, or did you come to this realization on your own?”

“Oh, I knew it already. I’d meant it when I told you before. But I wasn’t sure you were ready to jump in with me.”

“I was ready, I just wasn’t sure how to ask.”

“From now on, all you have to say is, ‘Mike, I love you, damn it.’ Now kiss me.”

And then his mouth was on hers, his tongue sweeping inside her mouth and she melted. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she held on tight as his hand slid down over her ass. She felt his erection evident against her stomach and that heavy throb started beating steadily between her legs.

When he broke the kiss, she wanted to protest, but his mouth fastened against her neck and the hard, fast suction bowed her back. She gripped his shoulders, her fingers digging in as desire shot to the pit of her stomach and spread warmth through her chilled body. Mike’s teeth raked across her skin and she whimpered with pleasure at the sharp sting.

The sensations his mouth and hand created made her forget why they weren’t a good match. All she wanted was to get closer, to feel Mike’s kiss on every part of her body.

“Do you want to come inside,” she asked breathlessly.

“No.”

That rough, guttural word made her pause. “Why not?”

“Is Jenny home?”

“Yes.”

He pulled back and stared down at her, his lips curling up slightly at the edges. “Because I don’t really want an audience for the things I’m about to do to you.”

Holy melting panties.

“Come home with me, El.”

The shortened name made her heart skip, flip, and a flash of giddiness jumped into her throat. It was filled with affection and caring and she hadn’t even

been aware of how much she’d missed both.

She nodded.

Mike pulled her down the steps toward his car, but she kept dragging her feet.

“What are you doing? I thought you wanted to make up at my place.”

She smiled as she led him around back. “I do, but I but I thought we could get there in style.”

Ellie opened the door to the garage and watched Mike’s face. His brown eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

“What did you do?”

She was bouncing from foot to foot and she pulled him closer. “I had her rebuilt for you.”

Mike stared at the bike for several seconds and then his mouth was on hers, devouring her lips that left her knees buckling. When his mouth left hers to trail kisses down her neck, she sighed. “I just can’t believe this is really happening. That this is real.”

Mike dropped her hand and stepped into her, cupping her face with his hands.

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