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“Damn fucking straight I am. And I’m not losing this bet.”
Disappointment sank in my belly at the thought of him never kissing me. The thought that maybe he just didn’t want me like that stung with surprising ferocity.
Until he turned to me, his voice thick with heat when he said, “I won’t come in second place, Jessa. If this happens, when it happens, it’ll be because you made a choice—me.”
The electric chill that ran through me shuddered all the way down to my toes.
And then a terrible smile of his own played on his lips.
“On second thought, this might be the best idea you ever had.” He threw his pillow back on the bed with a thump and tossed the blanket onto a chair. My eyes followed his giant hand as it moved for his belt, unstrapping it with a snap. “Just so you know, I sleep in the buff.”
Pants half unzipped, he reached back to grab his shirt and pull it off over his head. The glory of his torso was on display, wet and rippling in the moonlight. I followed his abs down to the beginnings of a thatch of dark hair in the open V of his zipper.
When I’d regained cognitive function a moment later, I gathered my resolve and unbuttoned my shorts. “No problem.”
He sucked in a breath through his teeth as I slid them down my legs and stepped out of them, leaving me in very small underpants and a very thin tank. As I pulled my hair out of the bun and combed my fingers through it, his gaze was as heavy as fingertips trailing up and down my body, his broad chest heaving. Another growl, and he raked a hand through his hair, moving for the door.
“Get in bed,” he commanded.
My heart had stopped painfully, my mind firing a thousand guesses as to what he was going to do.
When he walked past me and out of the room, my heart started, but it had sunk somewhere near my stomach.
What are you doing? I wondered as I rounded the bed to climb in on the far side, sliding between his sheets. Why are you playing this game? This was not the plan. None of this was in the plan. If you don’t fold tonight—in bed with him, mind you—he will, and then what?
My body knew the answer, responding with a prickling of my skin that tightened my nipples and sent a rush of heat straight to my pussy. I squeezed my thighs tight and my eyes shut as I listened to him bang around in the kitchen, presumably packing up our dinner. Likely trying to gain composure before calling my bluff and getting into bed with me.
Naked.
I didn’t know who was stupider, him or me.
Me. It’s definitely me.
What about Henry?
What about Henry? There’s been no real indication that this time is different than any of the others. I have no need for a man who obviously doesn’t want me.
Maybe he non-obviously wants you.
I sighed, opening my eyes to stare at the ceiling.
Would it be so bad to have a fling with Remy? It gets in the way of Henry, true, but where is that going, anyway? And then there’s Cass.
God, she’d kill me. She’s as determined to pair me and Henry as my parents are. Maybe more.
Don’t decide now. Survive tonight. See how you feel tomorrow. Just don’t sleep with him tonight or you’re fucked in more ways than one.
Every atom in my body went still when Remy walked back into the room. He’d turned off the lights in the house—all I could see was what the quartered square of light from the window touched. Beau’s nails clicked on the wood floors, and the mattress dipped when he flopped his front paws on the end of the bed and whined at me for occupying his spot.
“Get down, Beau,” Remy huffed, very much bothered.
Beau snuffed, but listened, collapsing at the foot of the bed.
Remy gave me his back, the jangle of his belt doing something wicked to me as he hitched his pants off his hips, then down that brilliant arse of his to the floor.
God bless him for being a man who kept his word.
Strategically, he turned in such a way that wouldn’t fully bare him to me, putting him quickly in the shadows. But I could still see every hallowed bit of him drawn in shades of darkness, including the very hard cock he displayed.
