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“I should clean up the pizza.”

“I’ll clean it up before I leave. I just want you to relax so we can get you back to bed. When’s your next day off?”

“Sunday.”

“Tomorrow? That’s good. You can get some rest.”

“No, next Sunday.” She yawned, her eyes growing heavy. She wanted to prolong this. It felt so nice to be touched, held

He grew tense beneath her. “Next Sunday? Seven days away? When did you last have a day off?”

“Last Sunday.” Belatedly she realized why he had tensed up and his voice had grown low.

“You’re working thirteen days in a row?”

“Umm yeah.” Her thumb crept towards her mouth and he gently grabbed hold of her hand, pulling it away.

“You’re going to bite your thumb raw. Why are you working those sorts of hours?”

“Because I need the money.” And because she wasn’t very good at saying no.

“I don’t like that.”

She sat up with a sigh, trying to climb off him. He pulled her back. “Kent, let me go.”

“No.”

“Kent,” she warned.

“I don’t like you working such long hours.”

“Well, I don’t either. But I need the money. It’s my life. My job. Now let me up.”

“Well, shit. Don’t like that either.”

“Kent!”

He drew her back into his arms and she opened her mouth, ready to blast him and that’s when he kissed her. And oh boy, was it a kiss. Yeah, she should pull back and tell him off. But was she going to?

Hell, no.

Because Kent Jensen was kissing her. The man who featured in the majority of her fantasies. The man she’d watched from afar longingly for years. He was the sexiest, most gorgeous man she’d ever met.

And the man could kiss.

For a moment she was frozen, unsure what to do. He pulled back slightly. “Kiss me back, sweetheart.”

Kiss him back? She’d only kissed one boy and that had been horrid, his tongue jabbing into her mouth until she wanted to vomit.

This was far, far from that.

But instead of embarrassing the hell out of herself by explaining to him that she had no idea what she was doing, she decided to just follow his lead. She relaxed her mouth, ran her tongue along his. He tightened his hold on her, and a low growling noise escaped from him.

“Fuck, yes, baby. Kiss me.” He ran kisses along her jaw. “You have the softest skin.”

He took her mouth again as he grasped hold of her ass, squeezing tightly. She gasped, her body going up in flames. His lips were surprisingly soft. The scent of him was masculine. Rich. Woodsy. His arms were strong around her, his body so hard and hot. And she melted.

And just from a kiss.