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Glancing over at me, he grins. “What are you thinking about, Blue?”
I clear my throat and return my attention to the road. “Nothing.”
“Uh-huh. So we’re playing this game again, are we?”
My thighs squeeze tight. I already know what game he’s playing.
“You wouldn’t be thinking about last night, would you?”
Holy shit.
Last night.
The orgasms were endless, and he wouldn’t stop until I was begging.
“Maybe you’re thinking about when I pressed you against the wall, and slowly kissed a path down your spine.”
My head falls back against the seat. Those kisses had sent electricity through every inch of me, a slow path of anticipation from my neck to my ass.
“That’s not what I’m thinking about.”
“Ah, okay. Well maybe you’re thinking about when I dropped to my knees, ripped your jeans and your panties down then slowly ran my hands up your thighs to spread your legs and press my mouth to your—“
“Nope,” I say a little too quickly, a tiny, embarrassing squeak in my voice.
He grins. “Okay. Then maybe—“
“Not that either,” I lie, because now I’m thinking about all of it.
“I didn’t even say anything,” he laughs.
Closing my eyes, I shake my head and run my hands up my thighs. “Just drive, Damon. I need to concentrate on where we’re going.”
He snorts at knowing I’m not concentrating on a damn thing except for him.
But then he’s always had that power over me since the moment I laid eyes on him.
. . .
Pulling up to Kane and Mom’s house, I sigh heavily and try to ignore the way my heart is attempting to escape my chest.
Unlike the first time we showed up here, Kane is already outside waiting for us, his large body leaned against his car.
Damon pulls to a full stop, and Kane doesn’t even wait for him to kill the engine before opening my door and pulling me out. Picking me up, he crushes me in a warm hug, and I struggle to break free.
“Hey, Sis. It’s good to see you again. It’s such a big surprise.”
Bastard.
He already knew I was coming.
Damon and Kane have become the best of buddies, which I have to admit is annoying the hell out of me. They must have coordinated Damon driving me here today.
Damon rounds the front of the car then claps hands with Kane in greeting.
“Mom’s inside,” Kane says, not bothering to turn and move like he’s coming inside with me.
I look back at both Kane and Damon, expecting for them to follow me in the house, but neither budge from where they stand talking.
