Tangled Extra Scenes Read Free Page B

my mouth from hers. “Feisty. I appreciate you trying to make things more interesting, but it’s really not necessary.”
     
    And then I’m at her neck, nipping and sucking, working my way down to her cleavage. Kate slaps at my shoulder, but there’s no real effort behind it. Which means I’m wearing her down.
     
    “I’m still mad at you.”
     
    “I’m sure you are.”
     
    I rest my nose against her skin, inhaling deeply. Then I take one nipple in my mouth—over her dress—and suckle it hard.
     
    See, Kate’s breasts are kind of like start buttons. No matter how tired or moody she may be, a little attention to those bad boys switches things around real quick.
     
    Her head slams back against the wall. And she moans, holding my head in place.
     
    We have ignition.
     
    I grip her knee and hoist it up around my waist, lining us up, and grind against her. And despite my soaked clothes, I can feel how hot she is.
     
    Turned on.
     
    “You’re a bastard.”
     
    I chuckle. “So you’ve said.”
     
    I kiss her again, our tongues tangling in their own sensuous battle. Then I slide my hand between us, down her panties. She’s slick and smooth. Velvet wetness. When I push two fingers inside her, her voice changes. It’s all breathy and moaning—not a trace of pissed-offness to be heard.
     
    “God…Drew…”
     
    And then she’s pulling me against her and kissing me back with all she’s got. Telling me without words what I’ve known all along: horny and angry are a fabulous combination.
     
    I push my shorts down and drag both of her legs up around me. Pressing her into the wall.
     
    But just as I’m about to slide into home, Kate puts her palm against my forehead and pushes it back.
     
    “Wait…no…wait…”
     
    What? Wait? I hate waiting.
     
    “What?”
     
    Even though she’s panting, her eyes are round and dark with…worry.
     
    “We have to talk about this. We can’t just cover all our problems with sex. I have some valid issues here, and if this is going to work, we need to figure this out.”
     
    I press my forehead to hers. Thinking. Or trying to, anyway.
     
    With my cock so close to Mecca, it’s difficult to remember my own name at the moment.
     
    And then it all becomes clear. And I look at Kate’s face. “So, in a nutshell…you want me to stop being a dickhead?”
     
    She mulls it over. And then she nods.
     
    “Yeah. Pretty much.”
     
    I nod too. “Got it. That’s really all you needed to say, baby.”
     
    And then those lips that I love break into a big happy bang-me-up-against-the-wall smile. “Okay, then.” She scrapes my bottom lip between her teeth before moving down my jaw and nibbling my neck.
     
    Then she whispers, “You’re going to miss the game.”
     
    I shred her underwear and get what’s left of her dress out of my way.
     
    “Fuck the game.” That’s why God gave us DVR, right?
     
    She giggles wickedly. And looks me straight in the eyes.
     
    “I’d rather you fuck me.”
     
    Have I mentioned how much I absolutely adore this woman?
     
    I lean back just long enough to rip my sopping shirt over my head. “God, I love you.”
     
    Kate giggles again. And in her best Han Solo impression, tells me, “I know.”
     
    ***
     
    Okay, ladies—what have we learned from this example? Keep it simple. Be broad but don’t bog us down with specifics. It’ll only confuse us.
     
    You’re an asshole.
     
    You’re a slob.
     
    Stop being that way.
     
    Any of the above should work just fine.
     
    As for Kate and me? We had our first living-together-in-sin fight. A milestone. Go us. Overall, I think it went pretty well. In fact, if all of our arguments end like this? I won’t complain at all.
     
    No. Wait. I take that back.
     
    If all of our arguments end like this?
     
    I plan on complaining a whole hell of a lot.
     
     
     
    What A Difference A Year Makes
     
     

     

     
    Dates are important to women. Particularly to women in