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“He didn’t,” Skull said, “They let me go when my story checked out.”

Clarissa kissed him again and ground her hips against his lap. Exhaustion was playing at her inhibitions and her body craved relief from the stress she had endured. She could feel Skull coming to life under her body. Her hands trembled, but she didn’t break the kiss as his hands trailed under her shirt, dancing over her back and stomach before cupping her breast.

“I want to,” she whispered before she lost her nerve.

“Have you done it before?” Skull asked.

Clarissa felt her cheeks turn pink as she shook her head.

“Not tonight then,” Skull shook his head.

Clarissa frowned and pulled away.

“Look at me, Bookworm,” he said cupping her chin and meeting her eyes, “I’m not saying no. I want to and you know that.”

He paused for a second and looked between their bodies at the bulge in his pants.

“But your first time shouldn’t be on a sofa, in a hurried rush, because we’re both exhausted,” Skull said.

Clarissa just nodded. Skull pulled her back into his lap and renewed the kiss.

“I thought you said no,” Clarissa said and pulled away.

“I didn’t say no to playing around,” Skull grinned, “I said no to going all the way.”

Chapter Twelve

True to his word Skull was there when Clarissa woke up late that afternoon. She found herself cocooned in his arms with his gentle breathing letting her know that he was still asleep. Clarissa closed her eyes and her cheeks flushed. His manhood was once again hard and pushing against her tummy.

Vivid memories came to mind and Clarissa let out a soft sigh. She only had to think about Skull’s hands moving over her the delicate folds between her thighs to relive the warm and dizzying sensations.

“Hmm...” she cooed as she turned to her side.

“Morin’“ Skull mumbled.

“It’s afternoon, silly,” Clarissa laughed.

“Morning to me,” Skull said.

“Fair enough,” Clarissa said and looked over at him.

Skull moved over so that his body was pressed against her side. Clarissa leaned up and gave him a quick kiss before sitting up to stretch.

“If we’re going to go to St. Louis we need to get moving,” she grinned, “I’m going to hit the shower.”

“Don’t hit it too hard, Bookworm, you might break it,” Skull grinned.

“Why does everyone always take up for the shower?” she laughed as she left the room.

Two hours and a quick breakfast later Clarissa slid behind the wheel of her car and turned the key. They had woken up to late to retrieve Skull’s bike from the police impound, which Clarissa was silently thankful for. She hadn’t been looking forward to a three and a half hour ride on the back of the bike. Helmet or no helmet, she would have worried about becoming roadkill while trying to get from one city to another. In Clarissa’s opinion, motorcycles were not made for highways.

“So when we get there?” Clarissa asked.

“We’ll start at the arch. It only makes sense. He used to like to go there when we were kids and that’s where Bi

lly said he saw him at, or at last in the same general area,” Skull said.

“And then?” Clarissa asked, arching a brow at him in the rear-view mirror.


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