Free Full Contact (Worth the Fight #2) by Sidney Halston Page B

moving up. Before she could process all the sensations, he placed his hands at the apex of her thighs, his thumbs opening her up on either side, and his face was suddenly
there.
At first it was mostly licking, but then he began to suck and nip, causing her to writhe underneath him as he held her down by her hips. Then he pushed a finger inside her as he continued to assault her clit with his mouth unrelentingly, and she came undone. When he finished, she was completely pliant.
    “Good?” he asked.
    She nodded lazily. Because, really, words failed her.
    “I feel like doing a little fist pump myself.”
    He sat down and lifted her head onto his lap as he ran his fingers through her hair, both of them laughing.
    —
    The next morning, Jessica was sitting in front of her mirror brushing her hair, getting ready to head off to work. It had been late when Slade had finally left, and she was still feeling giddy.
    Her phone rang, and she cringed when she saw it was her mother. Not that they didn’t have a good relationship, but Jessica had been lying for months about what had happened with Dennis. All she had told her parents was that they had broken up. Plus, their conversations always ended with a remark about Jessica coming back to Charlotte, North Carolina.
    “Hi, Mom.”
    “Wow. I wasn’t expecting you to answer. It’s been over a week.”
    “Sorry. I’ve been busy. In fact, I’m kind of running late for my shift.”
    “When are you going to quit that godawful job and come back to Charlotte?” That took less than a minute. Possibly a new record. Her mother would probably bypass the hellos altogether next time and go straight for the kill.
    “Mom. We’ve been over this a hundred times. I like it here.”
    “Well, we miss you. I still can’t believe you broke up with Dennis, bless his heart. Respectable, in politics, good family…it was the only reason we warmed up to you moving to that hick town. Now, without him, we worry about you there. Your father and I had planned a trip to Europe, but now, with you there on your own, we don’t know if we should go. Your rash decision has really put a damper on our plans.”
    Jessica gripped the phone tightly and rolled her eyes. God forbid she should inconvenience her parents. “I miss you too, Mom. I know you worry, but please, go on your trip with Daddy and don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”
    “You sure, honey? Is it too soon? You’re all alone there. We can cancel and you can come up and spend some time with us here.”
    “No. No.” Jessica realized she had answered way too fast, and she forced herself to slow herself down. “I’m fine. Really, I am. Just busy with work.”
    “Jessica, honey, you left Charlotte to go to school. You have a master’s degree in exercise physiology. I don’t understand what on earth you are doing waitressing at a bar.”
    And here it comes.
This was precisely why Jessica had left Charlotte as soon as she turned eighteen.
    Her parents were great—good, hardworking Southerners. They were like a slightly pretentious, judgmental Ozzie and Harriet, just far too concerned as to what their social group thought about things. Everything was always done by the book. The plan was that she would graduate, return to Charlotte, work as a physical therapist, meet a nice young man—the kind who wore suits and played tennis or golf—and have 2.5 children and a dog and a cat, at which point Jessica would stop working to raise the children in a house a block from her parents. How perfectly suburban.
    Instead, she’d met Dennis.
    At first her parents were unhappy with the idea that their wonderful daughter would deviate from the plan by following a man to a different state—so unhappy that they stopped paying any of her expenses. But she was too proud to let that stop her, and anyway it had been time for her to venture out on her own. She was an adult, with a brand spanking new master’s degree. It was just the kick in the ass she’d