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    Resist Me(Men of Inked #5) by Chelle Bliss
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    “Ouch,” I hissed as he pressed it against my ass**le.

    “It’ll help. Just lie still,” he whispered, working the soft cloth against my skin.

    I did as he’d said without a fight. I didn’t have the energy to argue with James tonight.

    Leaving the washcloth against me, he stood and pulled back a corner of the sheets. “Up you go,” he said, cradling me.

    I wrapped my arms around him, rubbing my nose against his neck, and inhaled. He smelled like musk, sweat, and sex.

    He placed my head on the pillow, climbed over top of me, and settled in the bed. After covering us, he cocooned me in his arms.

    With my back to his torso, I closed my eyes and exhaled. My eyes were heavy as I blinked, straining to keep them open.

    “Sleep, sweet Izzy,” he whispered, increasing his grip around my body.

    I drifted off, listening his breathing in my ear, blissfully sated and exhausted.

    James would be the death of me.

    Chapter 10 - Finding an Inroad

    I woke the next morning to Izzy’s light snores in my ear. During the night, she’d shifted, turning her face toward me and wrapping her body around mine. Now, we were in the same position with her face buried in my chest.

    I didn’t want to move. Izzy looked sweet and almost angelic lying in my arms, curled around me. I knew that, the moment her eyes opened, her wicked tongue and smartass words would be nonstop. The girl needed to stop running—or at least pretending to.

    I never believed in love at first. Lust, yes, but not love. The problem was that I did love Izzy Gallo. She wasn’t like other women who’d spent time in my bed; she was in a class all her own.

    I didn’t have to peel back the layers to find out who the real Izzy was. Her brother had already told me almost everything I needed to know about her. He had shared pictures with me, told me stories about his wild sister, and sung her praises for years. I had seen the fire in her eyes when I stared at her picture and listened to him talk about her. Meeting her in person had brought it all to life.

    I loved her spirit. She grabbed life by the balls and played by no one’s rules but her own. I wanted a woman who would challenge me. Ladies caved too easily and gave no chase, but not Isabella. She was my prime target.

    I eased her body away from mine, sliding out of bed to make a pot of coffee and some breakfast. I wanted to start the morning off on the right foot. If she hadn’t been so exhausted last night, I was sure she would’ve had a few choice words to hurl in my direction.

    Sliding on my jeans, I looked at the bed and Izzy sprawled out amongst the dark sheets. The material hung just below her belly button and her br**sts were uncovered, a tangle of brown locks framing her body. I wanted to crawl back in bed and wake her with my dick, but I knew she had to be sore from the pummeling I’d given her last night. I wanted her to remember where I’d been and how I felt filling her from the inside. Izzy Gallo wouldn’t be forgetting my territory for days.

    I checked the coffee maker, the grounds and water already inside, and pushed the “on” button before heading outside to my bike. I grabbed the bag I’d packed, hoping I’d be spending a couple of days here, and stopped to look around the neighborhood.

    A light fog covered the houses in the distance and hadn’t broken up yet from the sun. The birds chirped as a few people milled around the neighborhood walking their dogs and hurrying off to God knows where at this time of day.

    The aroma of freshly brewed coffee hit me as soon as I walked back into the house. I needed to clean up before the princess woke from her slumber.

    After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I grabbed two cups of coffee and headed to the bedroom. Izzy hadn’t moved while I was gone. I set the cups on the nightstand and kicked off my jeans, setting my phone on the nightstand. Once I’d crawled back in bed, I stretched out next to her and stared for a few minutes before I stroked her skin.

    It was as smooth as silk and free from imperfections. Her long, dark lashes rested against her cheeks while she slept. I traced her lips with my fingers, restraining myself from devouring her whole. I kissed her softly, enjoying the velvety feel of them against mine until she began to stir. Her eyes fluttered open as her lips turned up into a small smile.

    “Good morning,” I whispered against her lips.

    “Good morning,” she said after turning her face away from mine and yawning.

    “Sleep well?” I moved the hair away from her neck and planted a light kiss against her pulse.

    “I’m so tired,” she mumbled, curling against my body and drifting back to sleep.

    “Izzy,” I whispered, kissing her cheek.

    “No,” she moaned without opening her eyes.

    “I brought you coffee.” I ran my fingertips over her skin, tracing tiny circles and watching a line of goose bumps break out across her skin.

    “What time is it?” she groaned, rubbing her eyes.

    “A little after eight.”

    “Why are you up so early?”

    “I don’t need much sleep.”

    Her blinks were slow as she stared up at me. “Did I hear you say coffee?” she asked with a groggy voice.

    “I brought you a cup just how you like it.”

    “I don’t want to move,” she said, closing her eyes.

    I pulled her body against me and stroked her hair. “Just sleep. We have all day,” I whispered.

    “Wait. What?” she asked as her body stiffened in my arms.

    “I have all weekend off. I’m all yours for forty-eight blissful hours.” I smiled, biting my lip as I waited for her to freak out.

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