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“Mystery solved. Now back to our previously scheduled program.” I wrap my arms tighter around his neck, bringing him back to where he left off.
But he pops up again, his eyes set on mine with a spark of determination. “You know I want to touch you everywhere, but I thought you’d want me taking time in the foreplay part of the program versus jumping to the post-game celebration.”
“I like celebrations.”
His lips part as if he’s going to say something, but not one to miss a golden opportunity (Thank God!) he squeezes my breast while kissing my mouth. Our hips start a seductive dance when a buzz amps up the interaction.
Panting, I grab his shirt wanting that vibration a little closer to my—“My phone,” he says, ripping away the sensation.
“Huh?”
Rad readjusts himself . . . oh, his phone. “Fuck,” he says, tossing it on the carpeted floor. “Sorry.” Leaning back down, he starts kissing my chest while palming my boob. “Is this where we left off?”
I start laughing, running my nails over his scalp. “I thought you were introducing electronics into the mix.”
His eyes find mine in the darkened room, his hair wild from my tugs. “You’d want that?” He doesn’t sound upset about the possibility.
Sinking back on the cushion, I rest my arms behind my head. “I think we both know I’m not opposed to battery-operated options.” His phone starts vibrating again, and we both look at the screen when it lights up. “Does Cammie normally call you?”
He glances at the phone and reaches for it. “No. Should I answer it?”
“Probably.”
Rolling off, he lands with a thud in a push-up position and quickly answers, “Hello?” His eyes dart to me. “Yeah. I was showing her my . . .”
When he stalls, I whisper, “Movie collection.”
“I was showing her my movie collection.” He whacks his forehead and mouths, “What the fuck?”
Their conversation goes on for what feels like forever. I whisper, “Hang up.” What are they doing, swapping fishing stories?
Finally, he says, “Okay.” Rubbing his brow, he glances back at me. “I’ll tell her. Mm-hmm. Yeah, okay. Bye.”
Sitting up, I ask, “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know. She’s looking for you, though.”
Worried about what’s going on, I’m already reaching for my shoes. Not sure what has happened to upset Cammie, I quickly slip on my sneakers. Looking up at Rad, I say, “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” He tucks his phone in his pocket and smirks. “Sooooo?” He rocks back, still grinning.
“So?” I stand, quickly attempting to flatten the wrinkles out of my skirt and failing.
“You have a naughty side, Miss Bell.”
Sliding the strap of my dress back onto my shoulder, I smirk as I walk past him and tap his chin. “If you only knew, Mr. Wellington.” My eyes are still adjusted to the darkness behind me, so I squint in the bright light flooding in through the bedroom windows.
My hand is caught, and I turn back. Looking every bit of the fantasies I’ve had about him—hair a total sexy mess, lips plush and red from kissing, bedroom eyes that tempt me to stay—I suck in a staggered breath, wondering if I’ll ever get used to the fact that I get to kiss Rad Wellington. He never disappoints.
He says, “I intend to find out.”
I’m pulled into his arms once again and kissed like we might never have the chance again. Releasing me, he leaves me breathless. “And for the record, Miss Bell.” He glances back, rubbing his thumb along his bottom lip. “Kissing you is even better than I thought it would be.”
When he walks away, I melt into a puddle of swoons.
I bite my lip and watch as he slips into the hallway. I think I’m going to need a minute, so I catch my breath, holding my hand to my chest. My heartbeats demand every bit of my being until I steady myself, and my knees regain their strength. That man . . . He has me on the edge of combusting again, and this time, he only used his words.
Taking another deep breath, I then wobble to the door, thinking about how much my life has changed in such a short time. I could never have predicted that moving in with a friend could turn into one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.
I’m not sure when my life decided to flip on its axis, but I’m glad it did.
When I enter the great room, everyone is already there. “What’s going on?” I ask. I didn’t expect to make an entrance, so I move to the island, hoping to blend in. Marlow is rubbing Cammie’s back when Cade says, “We just lost our wedding venue.”
My mouth falls open, but before I can say anything, Cammie’s crying and running into my arms. “The pipes,” she says, sniffling into my hair. “Burst. Flooded the ballroom.”
