Page 96 of Bone’s Choice

He kissed the spot beneath my ear.

“You are absolutely doing that on purpose,” I breathed out.

“Open the door.”

I finally got the key into the lock. “Ha.”

Bone laughed against my neck.

I shoved the door open and we stumbled inside. I barely had time to toss my purse toward the little table before Bone kicked the door shut behind us.

Then his hands were on me again.

His mouth found mine and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

We bumped into the wall, and I laughed against his mouth. “Ow.”

“Sorry.”

“You don’t sound sorry.”

“I’m not.” He kissed me again.

Bone’s cut came off and landed over the back of a chair as we passed. He handled that one with considerably more care than we’d shown anything else, then his mouth was on mine again.

My fingers found the bottom of his shirt, and I tugged. Bone pulled back long enough to drag it over his head.

My brain stalled. Holy hell.

I’d known he was built. There was no hiding that under a T-shirt. Seeing it, though, was something else.

Broad chest. Hard stomach. Ink everywhere.

I reached for him, but Bone caught my wrist. For half a second, I thought he was stopping me.

Then he pressed my palm flat against his chest.

His eyes stayed on mine and I ran my hand down. His stomach tightened beneath my fingers.

“Bedroom,” he said.

“That way.”

We made it about three steps, then Bone kissed me again.

I laughed when we bumped into the hallway wall. “At this rate, we’re never making it.”

“Quit distracting me.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.”

“You’re the one who keeps kissing me,” I pointed out.

“Exactly.”

That didn’t make any sense. I didn’t care.