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“Brad Young was a lot of things,” he said, choosing his words as carefully as he chose his game plans. “But he wasn’t known for his great discerning taste. He showed interest because he knew your crush would make you an easy mark.”
He waited for her to lash out at him. Instead she raised both brows, then gave a slow nod. “Well, I guess that proves you really were in my class,” she agreed.
Dex grinned.
“But nobody else was interested in me.”
“Yeah. A few guys were. But you either intimidated them or were so focused on the football jock that you didn’t notice.”
“I never intimidated anyone,” she argued, tossing her head so her curls danced around her face.
“Of course you did.” Dex laughed. “You intimidated damn near everyone. From the lower classmen to the cheerleaders to the teachers.”
Her smirk told him the thought of intimidating those people didn’t much bother her. Then she tilted her head to one side and gave him a long look.
“Did I intimidate you?” she asked quietly.
Dex laughed and started to say no. Then he stopped. She’d been so smart. So damned sexy. Was that intimidation? If it wasn’t, why hadn’t he ever asked her out? He wanted to blame that on their friendship, but something about already deceiving her with the mask forced him to need be totally honest in all other ways. Uncomfortable, he shrugged. “I don’t know that I’d quite say you intimidated me.”
Her lips twitched as if she was going to laugh. Then she pursed them and raised a considering brow. Dex wondered if she was figuring him for a wimp.
“But you still had a thing for me?” Her tone was filled with doubt. The kind that told him nothing he said would make her believe him.
So he’d show her instead.
Dex stepped closer. Hard to do considering they were already toe to toe. The move pressed her lush breasts against his chest in a way that made him want to groan and give thanks. He scooped his hands into her hair, letting the silky waves wrap around his fingers.
Lowering his face, he let his mouth hover over hers, but he didn’t touch. “I was crazy for you in the way dumb teenage boys are crazy. You inspired every dirty dream I’d ever had. You didn’t look anything like the other girls in school. Or the girls on TV. Instead of being all fashion-doll perfect, you were edgy and just a little naughty.”
Amusement flickered in her green eyes, dimming the doubts. Dex slid one hand from her hair to smooth the backs of his fingers over her soft cheek. He wanted to taste her lips again. To feel the warm wet heat of her kiss. But he forced himself to hold back.
“You wore ripped clothes that gave me a glimpse of your milky-white skin. I wanted to touch it, but figured you’d slap me away.” Giving in just a little, he brushed his mouth over hers, sucking on her lower lip for just a second. Then, before he could get carried away, he pulled back.
“You took no crap from anyone. That attitude, pure confidence, made me want to do things I’d only heard about. Only thought about in the dark.”
Unable to hold back anymore, Dex gave in to the clawing need and took her mouth in a deep, intense kiss. Tongues tangled, fighting for control. Teeth nipped, lips slid in a hot, wet dance of pleasure.
Needing more, his mouth still on hers, he reached behind her and slid the key card into the lock. Green light and he had the door open, her inside and two more steps and they were as close to heaven as they could get while clothed. In other words, horizontal on the bed.
“Is this where you keep your riding crop?” he asked, pulling back to look into her smiling face.
Zoe giggled.
“Crop or boots,” she told him. “It’s one or the other. You can’t get greedy, after all.”
“Boots, definitely.” He slid a look over her body, barely visible in the dark room, baffled as only a guy could be. “But how do I get you naked and keep the boots?”
Her giggle turned to a sultry laugh. “All it takes is a little body English.”
“Mine or yours?”
“Let’s try yours first and see how it translates.”
Figuring she knew how to strip herself better than he did, Dex turned himself over to the much more pleasurable prospect of enjoying her body. He rolled, so she was trapped beneath him. Instead of taking her mouth, this time he pressed soft, openmouthed kisses over her jaw, down her throat. He hummed as he reached the valley between her breasts, bared above her red sweater.
Temptation personified, Zoe writhed beneath him. Her thigh rubbed a sweet invitation against his straining dick. Dex could barely focus; she was driving him crazy. Grabbing desperately at control, he slid down farther, away from her thigh.
