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I spent most of the night hearing stories about him from Ella and Kimber. They definitely want me to like him. They didn’t have to make any effort because I’m very seriously interested.
Using my eyes, I implore him to try kissing me again, but then I remember I haven’t brushed my teeth. Damn.
“What’s that frown for, sweet girl?” he asks seriously, coming closer and tilting my chin up.
That has my cheeks going red.
“Why do you assume I’m sweet?” I ask in deflection.
He moves in a step, pushing our bodies together, and without any warning, his lips come down on mine. When I try to gasp, he seizes the opportunity to show me how skilled he is with his devilishly talented tongue.
My hands go to his shoulders to steady myself when my knees quite literally give out, and he growls low in his throat before lifting me off the floor. I don’t even have the chance to catch my breath before we’re on the bed, and his lips don’t move from mine as he shows me exactly how good he is with his mouth—and his tongue.
He bites down on my lower lip, and my hips buck up in response as he fully settles between my legs, giving me the incredible pressure and friction in just the right place.
“So damn sweet,” he murmurs against my lips when he breaks the kiss. “When you’re turned on,” he adds, moving his lips down my neck, “your arousal smells fucking intoxicating.”
My eyes spring wide, and he chuckles when he sees the mortification on my face. He can smell me? Oh damn.
“Everyone woman has her own scent. Yours has been my favorite. Such a sweet, sweet scent unlike any other I’ve ever encountered before,” he says, confusing me. “That’s what I smell every time you see me or hear my voice.”
My hands slide down his bare chest, feeling the defined muscles that are breathtakingly close. It feels even better than I thought it would, especially when my touch seems to be only turning him on more.
I’ve never smelled anything sweet. And I have a damn good sense of smell.
“You want to know what my favorite part about your scent is?” he asks, nipping my lip while rubbing himself against me.
I can’t speak. There’s no way in hell I could articulate a sentence if my life depended on it. So, like an idiot without any cognitive functions, I just stare into those honey-colored eyes and wait for him to explain.
“My favorite part is that it’s only for me,” he murmurs, pressing into me again. “No one else evokes that scent from you but me. You have no idea what that does for me—what that does to me.”
The door slams shut, and he chuckles as someone on the other side curses. Shit. I forgot that it was open, and I forgot all about the fact that we’re not alone.
Thad grins as he starts tugging my shirt up, but I catch his hands as my eyes widen.
“Little too fast,” I say, gulping down air.
His hands stop, leaving my shirt lifted just above my navel, and he slides his hands down to my hips, making no effort to move off me as he lowers his lips to my neck.
“See?” he asks softly. “Sweet.”
Damn it. I’m not sweet!
“I just… I barely know you. I’m not some sweet, innocent girl, but I also don’t rush into something that intimate without knowing the person first.”
I feel his smile against my neck as he continues doing things with his lips and tongue that have me writhing underneath him and questioning my own morals.
“Then get to know me, Roslyn.”
It’s… a little… hard to think with him doing all… that.
“Right now?” I squeak.
His laughter rumbles around me as he nips at my neck, and his hands shift my legs farther apart for him to better settle against me, pushing his erection all the way against my core. When I suck in a breath, he pushes against me harder, as th
ough he’s rewarding or torturing me—not sure which.
“Yeah,” he murmurs softly. “You can’t get to know me unless you start asking questions. What do you want to know?”
