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“Yeah. It hurts pretty badly, love.”

Her frown was more of a pout. “I should’ve blown on it more before giving it to you to taste.”

“Maybe, but it’s too late for that now.” I pulled her close and ran my hand over her soft cheek. “Wanna make me feel better?”

She quirked an eyebrow, and her slow smile told me she was catching on to what I was doing. “Yes, but what can I do?”

“I have a couple of ideas.”

“I think I do, too.” She stood on her tiptoes to kiss me. Gently at first, and then the kiss deepened into something more, something searing.

Bryn broke the kiss, dragging her mouth from mine down to my neck. She kissed my throat as she slipped her hands under my shirt to caress my stomach, my chest. I circled her waist with my hands and sighed at her touch. It relaxed me as much as it turned me on.

Bryn’s hands dipped even lower, to the waistband of my jeans. She nipped at my neck as she slid the zipper down, then deftly undid the button. I grinned as she pushed the fabric down my hips.