Page 130 of Bossy Romance


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“You’ll see.” I hurry around the car and open the door for her.

Nova steps on the runner. She’s in heels again, something I noticed but didn’t scold her about. If wearing stilettos makes her feel good then I’ll let her ignore the doctor’s orders. For now.

“So mysterious,” Nova teases.

I smile. Rather than allow her to get down on her own, I hug her to me and let her down slowly.

Her body slides against mine, soft and tempting. When her front brushes my pants, I nearly moan. This wasn’t supposed to be torturing me, but it turns out I’m the one who can’t handle the heat. It burns like a damn bonfire.

I’m a pool of liquid silver and throbbing need by the time Nova’s heels hit the ground.

Unable to resist, I bend down to kiss her, but my cap knocks into her forehead and jolts me back.

“You okay?” I ask, rubbing her skin in case she’s hurt.

She leans toward me, her body lithe and supple. “Wait a second, Adam, I’ve thought a lot about how to solve this problem.”

“Oh, have you?”

Rather than answer, she reaches up and turns the bill of my cap backward. “There. That should—”

I push her up by the waist to meet my hungry mouth. The distance between us is demolished with the fierceness of a nuclear explosion. I move her back a step and hear the faint thud of her body hitting the back door as I pin her against the truck.

She gasps but doesn’t break the kiss.

I reward her by looting every inch of her mouth.

Her mouth.

Sweet mercy.

My Achilles heel.

My undoing.

I’m freakingaddicted.

She tastes like strawberries drenched in honey, sweet and hot and alluring.

Nova slides her hands over the back of my neck and pulls me into her. The little whimper she releases when I plunge my tongue in her mouth is magic. Her breath is hot against my face, and I can’t freaking stop.

I’ve been craving her for seven years.

Seven.

Long.

Years.

I can’t keep my hands off her.

But if I’m a desperate monster, she’s my partner in debauchery. Her fingers sail through my hair. Her tongue spars with my own like two Spartans in a ring. Each heady sound that escapes her makes me painfully aware of how close I am to tearing her clothes off in broad daylight.

Forget public indecency charges.

I either slip my hand up her skirt or die where I stand.

Control yourself, Adam.

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