Page 100 of Unforgettable

Her pink lips press together, her dark eyes pulling me in. She seems shy still, unsure of how to be with me and I want to reach through the phone and reassure her.

“Yeah?” I grin, and she makes a face. “What? You didn’t want them to know? How did they react?”

“They’d be happiest if I’d join a convent, maybe start one right here in Landmark so I’m never far…” She laughs, and yep, clockwork.

Hi, dick. I shift my screen up so my bulge doesn’t take over our chat.

“I reminded my brothers that they all liked you before they thought we were…whatever we’re doing...”

I think about Pappy telling me it was time to woo her and how I’ve failed spectacularly in that department, but hopefully it’s not too late.

“We’ve gone about this whole relationship a little backwards, but I’m not complaining,” I tell her. She grins and my heart thumps against my ribcage. “What we’re doing is…we’re getting to know each other…and enjoying the ride. As I think I’ve confessed a few times now, this is new for me. But I’ve never been one to hold back once I’m sure of something.”

She fans her face with her hand, and I laugh. I don’t mind seeing her flustered this way, not when she’s looking at me like she wants me as much as I want her.

“Do you always sleep in a sweatshirt?” she asks. “What is that on there?”

I roll my eyes. “I should’ve thought this through before I called in this.” I stretch out my obnoxious yellow sweatshirt so she can see the grapefruit withSquirtslanting across it in bright red letters.

She laughs. “Did Zac give you that?”

“How’d you guess?” I laugh. “I left it here so the only people to see me in it would be family—to keep the nickname from growing outside these walls.”

“It looks good on you,” she says. “It’d look a lot better off.” She lifts a shoulder and my poor dick weeps and bucks against my sweats. Dramatic bastard.

I yank my sweatshirt over my head with one hand.

She grins. “Thisisfun.”

“What do you sleep in when you’re home alone?” I ask, wishing this screen could be life-size.

She stands up and places her laptop on her nightstand and undoes her jeans, giving me a much better view.

“Oh, I love where this is going,” I say.

She laughs. “Don’t get too excited. You haven’t seen what I end up in yet.”

She shimmies her jeans off and there are too many good places to look at once. Today’s lace is navy with subtle purple and pink swirls through it.

“Turn around,” I say, my voice husky.

She turns and with her sweater on, all I see are the bottom curves of her bare cheeks.

“Perfect,” I tell her.

She looks at me over her shoulder and pulls her sweater off, and her back is bare except for the crisscross straps that lead to the lace on her hips that is only there to highlight her full, round ass.

My mouth waters. “I want to take a bite so bad,” I groan.

She gives me a flirty smile and then turns around to face me, and I groan again. There’s a deep plunge with a small crisscross ribbon straining between her tits.

“You would be wearing the best one when I’m two thousand miles away.”

“You think all of them are the best.” She laughs and starts to move away.

“No, don’t go,” I tell her, gripping my dick with my fist to stave off an eruption.

She leans toward the camera, looking like the only fantasy I’ll ever need to die a happy man, her pouty lips parted.

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