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Walking back into the room, I grab my clothes off the floor, pulling them on as I glance at the bed. She’s doing up her fly, and I kind of lament the fact that she didn’t get fully naked. I’ll have to do something about that next time.
Next time?
There’s gonna be a next time?
Careful, dude.
I ignore my inner warnings and give her a winning smile.
She grins back.
“So, will that tide you over for a bit?” I do up my pants and grab my shirt off the floor.
“Yeah, should suffice.”
“It was good, right?” I wiggle my eyebrows. “That no-condom thing.” I shake my head, still reeling over how fucking fantastic it felt.
“Yeah, it was pretty awesome. You were a solid seven out of ten.”
My head pops through my T-shirt, my body tensing as I register what the fuck she just said.
“Seven?” I flash her a look that I’m sure can only be described as appalled. “Seven.”
She nods, her face bunching like she’s confused by my offense.
“Seven.” I have to repeat it one more time so I can make sure that’s what she said.
She nods again, her eyes rounding like I need to get over it.
But no fucking way.
I click my fingers, then point at the bed. “Okay, that’s it. Get naked right now. We’re doing it again.”
She starts laughing. The sound bubbling out of her is nearly as beautiful as the sparkle in her eye. And it’s only then that I realize she’s messing with me.
That little?—
Lunging at her with a growl, I enjoy her squeal as I pluck her off the floor and throw her onto her bed. Teasing like that deserves a good tickle, and I make sure she’s squirming and begging for mercy before I finally relent.
“Okay, okay! You’re an eleven out of ten!” She wails the last few words.
“You better fucking believe it, baby. I’m always an eleven.”
She rolls her eyes, but I kiss that look away. Feeling her melt against me is a triumph in itself. Her fingers curl through my hair, lightly fisting the back and keeping me against her when I start to pull away.
I laugh into her mouth, swiping my tongue deep until I hear that sexy moan of hers.
Finally pulling away, I stare down at her glistening lips, and it hits me like a crowbar to the head.
She’s the eleven. Not me.
She’s a fucking twelve.
CHAPTER 19
CAROLINE
“Yeah, I’m good.” I hope my cousin can’t hear the strain in my voice as I try to put on an upbeat, happy vibe.
