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Ugh.

Asshole.

No, not an asshole. Just a very,verystubborn boy.

That I’m in love with.

Who in the next fifteen to twenty minutes is going to come to me. To my window. Because he always does. Whenever I text him.

That’s why I do it.

That’s why these days I keep the drapes open and a night light on as well. So I can see him the moment he appears. So I can jump out of my bed and run over to him. So he can kiss me and I can kiss him back, and then we can do the things that we always end up doing when our mouths touch.

And then I see it.

The branch just outside my window shakes and strains. A shadow moves, and even before he appears at the window, I’m springing out of my bed and running over. I’m throwing the window open and he’s climbing inside, bringing with him the scent of summer midnights and cool breeze.

His heated and sexy body, that I climb over the second his feet hit the floor.

And his large hands that grip my ass, pulling me toward him.

Finally I meet heaven.

Because his mouth is on mine, kissing, nipping, sucking.

Fucking.

“You came,” I breathe out in between kisses.

“Really fucking hate texting,” he mutters, kneading my ass.

“No, you came because I called.”

“Stop talking.”

“And because you missed me.”

In response, he bites my lower lip and gives it a deep suck, growling.

“And look, it didn’t kill you. It never does.”

“Be my good girl and shut the fuck up, okay?”

And just like that I do.

Because he’s right. I’m his good girl and we have more important things to do.

Like kissing and tugging at each other’s clothes. Like him ruining my braid and me getting my hand under his t-shirt to touch his mysterious tattoo.

I love to touch it, just for the record.

I love to also kiss it and lick it and then bombard him with questions about what it means. He hasn’t told me so far but I’m going to figure it out one day. I’m smart and intelligent and determined.

Also horny.

So very horny.

That when he tumbles with me into bed, I automatically open my thighs so he can settle between them. So he can push my nightie up and pull my panties down.


Tags: Saffron A. Kent St. Mary's Rebels Romance