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Dylan: She’s equipped to handle all his needs

Sully: OMG

Darius: Oh, I can catch your ass no problem, Rookie

Camden: My money’s on Ryder

Sully: People. Rico needs an intervention. Focus.

Rico: Bro

Darius: Seriously, Cam. I’ll remember this

Camden: I’m just stating a fact. Look at his 40 to yours

Titan:

Dylan: You misspelled intervention. It’s traffic violation

Rico: The law doesn’t state it has to be a living being. All it says is occupant, and Tammy occupies. She keeps me company

Dylan: Suuuure, she keeps you company

Sully: You bought a blow-up doll to drive in the HOV lane?

Rico: Gets me here quicker. Jealous you didn’t think of it?

Sully: Something is seriously wrong with you. You need help

Rico: If by help you mean head, hell yeah

Dylan: Tammy can do that too

Sully: For fuck’s sake

Chapter 27

Jonah

The moment Sophie opens the door, I shuffle her back inside and up against the wall next to it, slamming it shut without even letting her say hello.

“What are you doing?” She laughs, her eyes wide with happiness.

“This,” I tell her, crowding her space and bending down to crush my mouth against hers. While I did kiss her good night last night, it was more of a first-date kind of kiss, since Vivi was in the car. As it turns out, after I left, that kiss wasn’t enough for me. It’s all I’ve thought about, she’s all I’ve thought about after what I consider the best date of my life, and now here I am eighteen hours later ready to devour her. She’s wearing strawberry-flavored lip gloss, and my tongue rejoices as it licks it clean off her.

“I can’t stop thinking about kissing you, and I just couldn’t wait any longer.”

She grins against my lips. “Well, who am I to deny you,” she says as she lifts on her toes and wraps her arms around my neck. Pulling me closer, Sophie kisses me back, matching my intensity.

Pushing her against the wall, I move my mouth to her ear, her neck, and then lower. I cup both of her boobs, pushing them up and lick my way across her skin at the edge of her shirt, dip my tongue down in the valley and then drop to my knees.

Sophie groans as her head tilts back, and she arches her back. My hands drag down her sternum to her waist, where I momentarily lay my forehead to just be near her.

“Jonah,” she says, her voice slightly breathy, and I can one hundred percent listen to her say my name like that over and over. The door is closed, and not that I think anyone from the sidewalk out front can hear us, but they might, and her sounds are for my ears only.

Lifting her shirt, I suck on her stomach and dip my tongue into her belly button, as my hands find their way under her skirt. It’s loose and flowy, and I have no problems sliding them up the back of her legs and ass, which feel so good. Her hip bones are sharp under my thumbs, and her underwear are wet as I skim my fingers down the middle. Without asking or waiting another second, I pull them off.

I have to taste her.