Page 99 of One Night Puck (Las Vegas Angels 3)

“Lexi, you stripped off your pants. I’d say that means you made the first move.”

“What? No, I think you ripped off your gray sweats first.”

Oh, the woman lied through her teeth.

“No, you stripped first.”

She shook her head. “No, you said I might as well be naked. So, I got naked.”

That made me laugh. I kissed her parted lips. “I did say that.”

We kissed for a while—the whole time, I remained poised at her entrance.

She felt so good.

It had been forever since I’d been able to kiss her like this.

I let my lips kiss down her jawline to her neck.

She loved when I kissed her neck.

I knew just the right places that got her worked up.

I let my tongue lick the small indent at the base of her neck.

Her resulting sexy moan nearly made me come.

I watched her writhe, and turn her head from side to side as I licked and kissed her sensitive skin.

When I headed south, her hands touched my head.

I used my tongue to tease her nipple, making it even harder than before.

She squirmed when I sucked it into my mouth, letting my tongue trace the hard nub.

Christ.

From the noises she was making, it sounded like she was close.

And I hadn’t even stuck my cock inside her.

Yet.

“Trey,” her soft voice called to me as I swirled around her perfect nipple.

I let go of her and kissed my way back up to her lips.

“I have to tell you something.”

Her eyes found mine. “What?” she asked, a hint of worry in her tone.

I gazed down at the bed, then back to her. “I don’t want a divorce. Or an annulment.”

Her eyes scanned my face erratically like she was looking for something.

“You don’t?”

I shook my head. “No.” Then I asked her a question I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer to, “Do you?”

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