Page 69 of Ensnared

Igo to scowl at him, thinking he’s teasing again, but the warm, happy light in his eyes melts it before it begins.Givingup,Ihuff a laugh into his chest. “You’reimpossible.”

Partof me wants to ask why he didn’t do whatIasked, why he didn’t finishinside me,butI’mtoo shivery with pleasure to care overmuch.

Ilift a hand to my mouth and surreptitiously wipe the moisture from around my lips.Hishand is lazy in my now sex-fucked hair.

“You, um, wouldn’t have a breath mint would you?”Imumble, embarrassed.

Luckysnorts, then starts laughing.Hepushes me onto my back and then the hand in my hair fists as he brings his mouth to mine and kisses me deep.Histongue works mine and, despite my very recent orgasm and the fact thatIknowwhere both of our mouths have just been, my body begins to tingle.

Whenhe finally pulls back slightly, he rubs his nose against mine.

“You’retoo cute.Don’tstress so much.”Luckygrins, and his dimple creases his cheek. “Justremember, it’s been years since any of us have gotten laid.We’rehappy for what we can get.”

Ouch.

Mysmile withers.

Lucky’seyes widen. “Whoa, hey,Idon’t mean it like that!Ijust meant that something like how your breath smells is so far down the list of priorities right now.Y’know, whenIhave a fucking half-naked bombshell in my arms after she just blew my mind.Nevermind whatJaykobsaid.He’sa complete asshat and even he is clearly into you.”

Mycheeks burn andItry to twist away to avoid his earnest gaze, but he presses his forehead to mine.

“Ifyou thinkI’manything but completely kid-in-a-candy-store-who-also-has-ten-million-puppies level of happy to have you here, you need a brain transplant.”

Itisreallyhard to argue when a man’s slightly sweaty and decadently hard body is pressed up against you,Idecide, andIslowly relax back into him.It’samazing how he does that.Justsmashes right through every insecurityIhave.

Amoment later,I’mrunning my fingers through his short beard, enjoying the soft, springy bristles.

“Ilike your beard,”Iwhisper.

I’mfairly sure my inner thighs are now thoroughly abraded, to add to the collection of sex badgesI’maccumulating, butI’lltake it.Turnsout, beard burn is hot.Whenhis lips curve,Itrace their shape as well.Helets me touch him as much asIwant, watching me with warm, hooded eyes, like he’s just soaking in the happiness the same wayIam.

“Youwant some more monkey mix?” he eventually asks.

Ilaugh, sitting up beside him, keeping myself in the curve of his body.Touchinghim like this is addictive.Inever knewIwas a cuddler. “Areyou sure that’s a good idea?I’ma bit of a lightweight.I’llbe no good to you ifIhave much more.”

Heteases a lock of hair that’s hanging loose over my shoulder. “Oh,” he says casually, “Ijust figured you might need someDutchcourage.Y’know.Consideringyou have that dare to do and all.”

Myliquid body freezes solid again, andIstare at him with wide eyes. “Um.Rightnow?”

“Ohyeah, beautiful.Rightnow.”

Chapter18

Beau

Survivaltip #301

Whenin doubt,

fight it out.

Thefirst drops of daylight spill through the trees, a lazy, watery shine that steeps into the darkness, brightening it in slow drips.Theapple tree stretches its limbs to an easy breeze, andBristlebrooknestles into the gray cliff face, sleepy and shadowed in the early morning light.

Hookingmy foot behindJasper’sleg,Islam my shoulder into his chest and bring him down hard into the grass.

Again.

Todayreally isn’t his day.

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