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But Sarah breaks the kiss. “No, Leland.”
“You want me.” I kiss her again, and she moans.
“But I shouldn’t.”
“You should.”
This time, I touch her, palming her breast, and she moans a little louder as I kiss a trail down her throat.
“Leland, please. Just . . .”
I stop, though I don’t release her breast because it feels too good and she’s pushing into me, like she wants more. She’s the biggest mass of contradictions that draws me in for more.
“I don’t want to get hurt again,” she whispers.
I sigh against her throat understanding her somewhat.
Then I come up and lean my forehead against hers. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for not remembering you right away. I should have. But believe me when I say I remember the hot, innocent, sexy, and mysterious girl who drew me in with her smart mouth. I remember maybe not everything said, but I sure as fuck remember everything we did. That alley? That’s burned into me. You giving me head. The taste of you when I went down on you. Laughing with you over a stupid movie. I remember it, Sarah. And I want all that again. With you.”
“I—”
“It’s not a promise of forever or anything like that, but it’s not another one-night stand either. And—”
“I can’t be with someone who treated me like the cheapest whore.”
“We had sex. That’s not treating you like a cheap whore. Jesus.”
“You left me twenty bucks.”
I groan. “You idiot. I left that for the maid as a tip. I always tip the person who cleans up my room when I stay in a hotel. I’m not a monster. And if you were a whore, I’d have been broke. Also, for the record, I’ve never paid for sex.”
“Asshole.” She swallows. “I didn’t . . . I thought . . .”
“Yeah, obviously, I know what you thought. But I left you a note. I might have even left my number—that I don’t remember, I just know I thought about it. Did you read it?”
“No.”
The bright spots of her embarrassment reappear.
“I had to leave too damn early in the morning, and I didn’t want to wake you. Christ, you were all baby-faced and sleeping, and we’d had a hell of a time. I knew you were exhausted, and I wanted to let you rest. But I didnotleave you money for your services.”
She sniffs and glares at me. “You’re still an asshole who sleeps with anything that moves. Thanks for the sex, I needed it, but you can go, and I’ll put it on your tab.”
“You’re being deliberately provocative, Sarah. I’m not going anywhere,” I say. “So, you can fuckin’ deal with it.”
I grab and kiss her into submission, kiss her until she’s melting in my arms, kiss her until she’s sliding onto my lap, straddling me, rocking against me. I kiss her because I want to. Because I need to.
Because she needs to know the new rules.
I roll her over. “Sweet Sarah, this ain’t over. Not by a long shot, not by any shot at all.”
I kiss my way down her body until I can push apart her thighs and then I use the flat of my tongue to lick her pussy. I tease her with my lips, tongue, teeth, and fingers. I take my time exploring, keeping away from her clit she wants me to attend.
I’m going to, but it’s been four years and I need to taste her, really taste, just to make sure she tastes like I remember.
She doesn’t.
She’s sweeter, darker, more delicious and her cunt is wet and tight as I finger her, curling my fingers to rub her G-spot.
