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have her wicked way, he opened to her. Her tongue flicked light, teasing caresses against his lips and mouth. Lust already rode him too hard to be satisfied with light or teasing.
    Fisting her hair—god, how many times had he imagined doing this?—he thrust into her mouth, tasting her.
    Her hand on his thigh clenched his leg, damn close to his aching cock.
    She moaned into the kiss. Her other hand had sneaked up to splay over his chest, her fingers digging in just enough to leave marks.
    Returning the favor, he palmed her breast. Her nipple was a tight peak begging for attention. He tugged her neckline down enough to reach her nipple and rolled it between his fingers.
    Elise gasped against his mouth and jerked back. Her lips were swollen from his not so tender kisses and her eyes gleamed with lust.
    “Oh my god.” Elise clapped a hand over her mouth, muffling her giggles.
    “What?” He frowned.
    She leaned away and he let her. “The lipstick, it’s—it’s all over your face.”
    He touched his mouth. “Is it my color?”
    She wiped at his mouth, his chin and well, everywhere—all the places her lips had touched. She laughed quietly, the spark that was Elise at her best coming back.
    “It’s everywhere,” she repeated.
    He cupped her cheek and swiped his thumb at a smudge of pale-pink lipstick on her chin. “I think this probably looks better on you than it does me.”
    “Yeah, I think so too.”
    Their gazes locked, the old familiar zing of attraction intensified now that he knew how she kissed.
    Elise licked her lips. “Sorry about earlier. And the lipstick.”
    “Jog my memory. What about earlier?”
    Carey slid his hand down her arm, gripping her elbow. There was too much space between them. Too much of her he hadn’t touched. Tugging on her arm, he rolled onto his back. Elise was slower to respond, not that he gave her much choice, but neither did she resist.
    “Just—everything,” she mumbled, settling over him. She was cute, trying to brace herself on the couch, but he took up too much room and she was so much smaller than he was.
    He placed her hands his chest. Her weight felt good, pressing against him. “I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about.” He drawled out his words in time to the slow strokes he gave her hair. It spread over her back and down around her like a cape, tickling his skin with light, barely there touches.
    Elise frowned. “You’re being difficult.”
    “No, sweetheart.” He chuckled at her scowl. “I’m just trying to make sure I know what you aren’t sorry about.”
    She sighed while her fingers stroked his skin.
    “I’m not sorry I left. You surprised me.” Her chin thrust forward in her stubborn manner.
    “Okay.” He pushed her hair behind her ears.
    “Sorry I didn’t call and…ah—”
    Her voice trailed off as the color in her cheeks rose.
    He grinned. “You’re sorry you interrupted the free show?”
    “Fine, yes.” She rolled her eyes. “I didn’t expect you to be doing—that.”
    “What? Stroking the snake?”
    Her gasp turned into a laugh.
    “Choking the chicken?”
    “Carey!”
    “The five-finger salute?”
    “Oh my god,” she choked out between giggles.
    “How about fucking Ms. Palmer?”
    She buried her face against his chest, her shoulders heaving.
    “Battling the purple-headed yogurt slinger?”
    Elise, honest to god, snorted and squeaked.
    “Did you just snort?” Carey flipped her hair out of her face and tilted her head back. Keeping a straight face was damn hard. “Is my secret handshake that funny to you?”
    She had one hand cupped over her mouth, her shoulders still shaking.
    He chuckled and indulged himself, stroking his hands down her back, feeling the lean muscles flex and dance. She was all muscle and grace under the delicate material of the dress. His hands reached her ass, his personal prize. Cupping the firm globes, he ground his pelvis against her.
    “You’re terrible.” Elise was beautiful when she