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“Yeah, but—”
“No buts. You want them to treat you differently, show them how it’s done.”
A little smile curved her lips up. “I’ll think about it.”
“You should also think about bringing some of your and Blake’s things over. That way you don’t have to keep doing this back and forth.” I wanted them here for reasons I didn’t fully understand.
“He can’t keep sleeping in the bed with us.”
“We’ll get him his own then.”
“Patrick—”
I put my finger up to her lips. “That was as close to an agreement as I’m ever going to get from you. Let me have my moment.”
“I’m not agreeing—”
“Shh. We should use our mouths for something better than talking.” I nibbled her neck before I turned her, pulling her flush.
“Patrick.”
“Stop talking, Wicked.” I shut her up with my lips on hers. They were rigid until I coaxed them apart with my tongue. “Kiss me back. Give me all that fury.”
She attacked my mouth, her nails clawed into my neck. Those awful words she was so good at spouting off weren’t so bad when that energy was directed in a kiss.
My hands wandered over her ass, underneath the T-shirt to her warm skin.
“This needs to go.” I tugged the shirt up.
“I thought we weren’t talking.” She pulled my head back to hers, fusing our lips together.
Her tongue slipped in my mouth, demanding more. Our bodies melded together, but it still wasn’t close enough. I ripped her shirt over her head and dropped my mouth to her nipple.
She wove her fingers through my hair. I moved to the other breast, licking and kneading as she writhed against me. I kissed up her sternum back to her mouth.
“So fucking sexy, Wicked,” I murmured against her lips.
She pushed at my chest. I pressed her against the counter. She pushed harder. Ripped her mouth from mine.
“Marlow?”
“Move.” She elbowed and clamped her hand over her mouth.
She darted around me and hit her knees in front of the toilet.
Chapter Twenty-One
Marlow
“I thinkyou’ve got a stomach bug.”
Patrick rubbed my back as I rested against the toilet.
“Thanks for holding my hair,” I said, my voice scratchy.
“Stupid question, but do you feel any better?”
I shrugged, too tired to talk.
