THE CRAZY GOOD SERIES - Rachel Robinson Page 0,84

and paired with his exquisite naked body they war for my attention.

“I’m on birth control—just a posted FYI. And I haven’t had sex,” I say, pausing to consider what I should confess to. “For a really long time.” I don’t say since Nash because then he would have a visual of me having sex with Nash in his head, and I don’t want that. I can tell he’s jealous of me merely talking on the phone. He needs no reminders. “So, as long as you’re comfortable and…” I stutter. How to ask properly?

“Christ. Of course I’m clean, Windsor,” he says, turning around mid-step.

I shrug my shoulders and raise my brow. “How am I supposed to know that? Remember all I have to go by are rumors at this point,” I say. He narrows his eyes.

“Even if I wasn’t tested every other month for shit like that I’d be clean. I always use a condom. Always. Except for,” he admits, cutting off the end.

“Except for what?” I ask, walking toward him.

He swallows, turns away, and heads for the bathroom. “Except for when I was in a relationship,” he says, after what feels like an eternity. Well, that’s surely new information. I fight back the sting of unwanted jealousy. It’s in the past Windsor, I remind myself.

“When were you in a relationship?” Okay, that came out super catty. Shit.

“A long time ago. The point is I’m clean. You’re on birth control and we’re in a relationship now,” he explains. He tosses the condoms into the trashcan and stalks back toward me. “You want to use your CPA skills,” he says with a half one-dimpled smile.

I tilt my head to the side in question. “I use a calculator for work things,” I say. “Or a program that does computing for me.” I think my accounting skills are the furthest thing from his mind. His eyes heat, and my stomach jumps to my throat.

His white smile assaults me. “Cock Polishing Assistant. That’s the title that comes to mind whenever I hear your job title,” Maverick says, pulling me to him. He kisses the top of my head and inhales. I love when he does it. It’s like he can’t get enough of me. He wants me inside him. I let a small chuckle slip. I’ll never think of CPA the same way again and it’s my freaking job.

“Isn’t that what my mouth does? That so counts as polishing,” I fire back.

“Sort of. This,” he growls, stroking in between my legs, “will do a much better job though.” A small moan slips. His hand disappears after he strokes me a few more blissful seconds. He pulls my face up to look at him.

Then he kisses me senseless. Like that type of whole body kiss that shocks you from your head to your toes. It starts simply with his tongue in my mouth, and then it greets my heart, causing it to pound out a new, more frantic rhythm. Next it goes down to my tummy waving hi to the flip-flop sensation. And lastly it shivers all the way down to my toes. It’s melty-electric and passionate at the same time. His hands stroke my face in the same spots where his stubble will turn me red later. He scoops me up and places me in the bed again. He scoots in next to me as I pull up the soft sheets to hide us from the world.

“I just want to kiss you like this,” he whispers into my mouth.

“You know exactly what I want…sexual manners,” I say back. All we do is kiss, entwined legs and hands on faces and necks. He uses those manners for a long time, not taking it any further even though my body is on fire for him.

Eventually we fall asleep. His body wrapped around mine, my hand over his heart.

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“I don’t know how I feel about this. Won’t everyone wonder what I’m doing there? I only know Morganna. It will be weird,” I explain, a little wildly, one hip propped against his desk in his home office.

It’s late afternoon on Saturday and he wants me to go to dinner; a-farewell-we’re-headed-out-on-deployment dinner, with the guys and their significant others. I. Am. Terrified. I imagine Morganna times fifteen and my heart races like a freaking jockey in the Kentucky Derby. Logically, I know there won’t be anyone quite like Morganna, I just fear the judgment that comes from dating a guy like Maverick. Will his friends think I’m a Frog Hog?