Page 144 of Property of Bob

He wasn’t wrong.

I stepped toward him. Bob reached for me and settled both hands on my hips.

For a second, neither one of us moved. Then he leaned down and kissed me.

Slow.

Nothing like the kisses we’d stolen throughout the day and the past few days.

His mouth moved over mine while his hands stayed on my hips, holding me close without pulling me any closer than I wanted to be.

I put my hands on his chest. His heart beat steadily beneath my palm. Bob tilted his head and deepened the kiss.

I opened for him.

The sound that came from the back of his throat sent a shiver straight through me. His hands moved around my waist. I stepped closer until there wasn’t any space left between us.

That was when I felt exactly how not tired Bob was. His hard dick was pressed against his jeans and my thigh.

I smiled against his mouth.

“What?” he muttered.

I pulled back just enough to look at him. “You seem to be feeling pretty good.”

His eyes narrowed.

I laughed.

“Keep laughing.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Promise.”

He kissed me again.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, then immediately remembered the scar. My hands dropped to his shoulders.

Bob noticed and his mouth left mine. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“Ramona.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I confessed.

His expression softened. “You won’t.”

“Your neck—”

“Is healing,” he finished.

“I know.”

His thumb brushed my cheek. “I’m not made of glass.”

“I know that too.” God, did I know that.