How awful to be walking around without lipstick. Itâs unwomanly. Itâsââ
This time he used his mouth on her. Madison shut up. He tasted of the chocolate cream mousse her mother made for dessert and smelled of Thomasâs cupcake. Sugar and spice and everything nice. That was little girls. T. Larry was all man. His hands dropped from the back of her head to her waist, pulling her against him.
Oh my God. T. Larry wanted her. Impossible. Incredible. Irresistible.
She went up on her tiptoes and wound her arms around his neck. Her nose bumped his glasses. He didnât stop kissing her, touched his tongue to hers and then he was inside. Oh my. His shoulders were muscled from that daily workoutâthank God for T. Larryâs routinesâhis chest hard against her breasts. He was hard everywhere. Really hard. Goodness. She eased back a fraction, rubbed lightly against him. T. Larry groaned and deepened the kiss, an arm across her back, fingers in her hair.
The phone rang.
She pushed at his shoulders.
âDonât answer it.â He didnât allow an inch between them.
âItâll be my brother checking to see I got home.â
He brushed his lips across hers. âJames wouldnât be calling at a time like this.â
âOh.â Yes, theyâd already covered the condom issue. âOne of the others then.â It rang a third time. âTheyâll wonder what Iâm doing.â
âChrist.â He stepped back, running a hand over his head. âIâm wondering the same thing. Answer it.â
She caught it just before the machine picked up. âHello.â
Nothing. She hadnât gotten it in time. No. There was the slight sound of breathing. âHello?â
Someone was breathing in her ear. And something else. A faint buzz, then what sounded like a dog barking. Definitely, a dog. Someone on a cell phone. âHello?â
âWho is it?â
She gave T. Larry a that-is-the-dumbest-question look.
âHang up if you donât know who it is.â
She tried one more time. âHello?â
T. Larry held out his hand. She gave the receiver over without a protest. âWhoâs there?â
He hung up, having no better luck than she had. âYou did that on purpose,â he accused.
âDid what?â
âHad someone call right in the middle of my kiss.â
âYour kiss? It was mine, too.â
âI forced you. So technically it was mine.â
âYou didnât force me. I wanted to kiss you.â
A smile grew on his face. Her knees almost melted. What had she just said? âGlad to hear that, Madison.â He backed away from her, smiling like a cat that lapped up a whole saucer of cream and wasnât lactose intolerant. âIâll see you Monday morning.â
He was out the door when she remembered. She ran to the top of her stairs. âWhat about the espresso?â
He stopped at the bottom, one hand on the banister, light shining on his glasses. A cat screeched, a trash can fell over. And T. Larry still smiled. âOh, I think youâve had enough stimulation for one night, donât you?â
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H ER NIPPLES SHOWED in her nightie. Cheeks flushed, lips full, Madison looked as though sheâd been kissed. Long and hard. She put her fingers to her lips and stared into the vanity mirror.
Who would have guessed? Sheâd known T. Larry had a tongueâhe yelled at her enoughâbut that he knew how to use it like that?
She put her hand automatically to the dresser top, searching for her hairbrush. Her fingers didnât find it. When she looked, it wasnât there.
She rose, the nightie swishing down her thighs to the tops of her knees. She must have left the brush in the bathroom.
What had possessed him? That comment about his lack of hair. Or the way sheâd offered him Barbie. Madison understood now. Sheâd put a challenge out there. Heâd taken her up
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