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While he was cooking, he’d mentioned again how much he enjoyed her kissing and touching him, so Jami had slid her fingers down his arm when he’d put the plate of food in front of her. His brown eyes had darkened even as he smiled at her before going for his own plate of food, though his pancakes didn’t include jam.
She folded her arms over her chest as she glared at him. “My leg is all better.”
Malcolm mimicked her stance. “It’s been less than twenty-four hours since the cast was removed. No, you’re on the stool again today.”
“Give a little.” Jami realized there was a whine to her voice, and her arms dropped. She’d never been one to whine.
Malcolm grinned at her, no annoyance in sight. “What exactly would you like me to give you, Jami?” His tone had gone husky.
Her nipples shocked her by tingling. She’d worn one of her cloth halter bras like usual, and with her lack of a chest, there usually wasn’t a problem. But at the continued ache, she was pretty sure her nipples were poking out.
The flick of his eyes meant Malcolm hadn’t missed her reaction. “So you like to be teased. I like that too.” Even though his eyes were still narrowed on her, his smile was gentle as he tucked her hair behind her ear. “You know what else I like?”
Her ear tingled. “No,” she murmured, her own voice breathless.
“I enjoyed the hell out of your lips. Do you want to kiss me again, Jami?”
She really did. Jami moved closer, trapping her hands against his flat stomach as she pressed her still hard nipples into his chest. He grunted and then shivered when she curled her fingers into the waistband of his jeans for purchase. The rise to her tiptoes scraped her breasts against his hard chest before she pressed her mouth to his. Her tongue slid along his bottom lip like he seemed to like, and when his lips parted, she slipped inside.
Malcolm’s hands found her back, urging her against him as his tongue stroked hers.
The bell over the door rang, and Jami jerked away, her breath gusting out of her as she stared at the alcohol bottles and tried to remember her own name.
Malcolm’s chuckle didn’t help, instead causing her thighs to squeeze together. “Sit anywhere you’d like,” he called to the first customers of the day. He reached for the menus on the bar, pausing to whisper in her ear. “Seems like our likes are the same. You can do that as often as you want. You can do anything to me, as long as you want to.” He headed toward the customers, holding the menus in front of his body, she noticed. She wondered if she’d made him hard.
Jami fanned her face, feeling flushed. Malcolm had told her he was going to encourage her to touch him. Often.
At this rate, she was going to be constantly turned on around him. She wanted to be annoyed by that.
Her eyes found him again. Having a man like Malcolm Griffin wanting her to touch him didn’t seem like such a bad thing.
Her phone vibrated in her back pocket, which reminded her of when she’d pressed her ass against his erection and—dang it, was sex all she could think about? She grabbed her phone, expecting another call from Andrew she wanted to avoid.
Instead, it was her sister. She hurried to take the call. “Skylar?” she asked. Her sister never called her, and definitely wouldn’t before noon.
“What the fuck, Jame? Why didn’t you tell me it was a fire?”
Jami frowned. “How do you know about that?”
“Fucking Drew.” Skylar sounded pissed. “It sure as hell wasn’t you.”
“Hold on,” Jami said, glancing up at Malcolm. He nodded fairly calmly when she pointed toward the kitchen, so she figured he’d heard her say her sister’s name. After what she’d told him, she doubted he’d take well to her talking to Andrew. Not that it was his choice. Her frown deepened as she pushed into the kitchen.
Reggie glanced at her cast-free leg and smiled at her.
She nodded back, unable to smile. Why would Andrew have told Skylar about the fire?
“I asked what the hell, Jame!” her sister yelled through the phone. “Why didn’t you tell me you lost everything?”
Jami left the back door propped open behind her, remembering Malcolm’s warning that it automatically locked when shut. “It’s going to be fine,” she reassured Skylar. “The insurance will cover it, and I’ve been staying with…” She wasn’t sure what to call Malcolm. “With a friend ever since.”
“You better not be staying with that prick,” Skylar warned.
Jami’s hand clenched on the phone as she thought about how likely that had been once upon a time. “Not him,” she said.
“Muscles?” Skylar asked.
Jami remembered that’s what her sister had called Malcolm. “Yeah.”
