“But you said you don’t need me to.”
“Oh, I don’t,” she said with a laugh. “But now I kinda want you to.”
I shook my head and grinned, raking my teeth over my bottom lip.
She tapped a finger to her chin. “I believe it starts with anR.”
“Hmm…‘Radioactive’?” I teased.
“No, I think it’sreee-something.”
“Ah, I believe the word you’re looking for is ‘relentless.’”
She punched me in the shoulder. “I’ll show yourelentless.”
“Ow.” I covered the spot her fist had hit. “Okay, okay.Relationship.There. Are you happy?”
She giggled and rubbed her hands together. “Did it hurt when you said it? Did it feel like razor blades crawling out of your throat?”
“Not even a little,” I answered. “Not when it means I get to be your boyfriend.”
Her nose scrunched as though she’d smelled something foul. “Ew. No. What am I? Twelve?”
“Oh, so I’mnotyour boyfriend?”
“That just sounds so…” She cringed and wiggled her entire body. “Bleh.”
“Man friend?”
She mimed a gag.
I chuckled. “Then what would you like to call me?”
“Your name.”
“You’re not getting out of this,” I said, tightening my grip on her. “If I had to say ‘relationship,’ you have to come up with an appropriate relationship term for me that doesn’t make you want to hurl.”
“Fine.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re my…‘b-word.’”
I snorted a laugh. “Did you just call me your bitch?”
“No, but that could be arranged.” She waggled her brows and flashed me a sultry grin.
“‘B-word’ it is, then.” I gripped her thighs that were straddling me and pulled her closer, capturing her lips in a tender kiss. She deepened it, her tongue moving with mine like an old dance partner. Intimate and familiar. Her hands grazed down my chest, her fingers exploring me slowly. She slipped them beneath my shirt, the feel of her skin on mine like dropping a lit match to a trail of gasoline.
“Do you even know what you do to me?” I asked.
Her hips pressed into mine, and I couldn’t contain the groan that escaped me.
“I don’t think I do,” she said with a devilish grin. “Why don’t you show me?”
“Gladly,” I said, rising to my feet with her in my arms. She wrapped her legs around me as I carried her to the bedroom and laid her down.
I kicked off my shoes before climbing over her, hovering close enough that our breath mingled.
“You’re mine, McKenzie,” I whispered, gliding my hand beneath her sweater, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind.
“I’m yours,” she replied between shuddering breaths that made my dick strain against my jeans.
