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He grinned sheepishly. “My bad, Mrs. Lang.” His knee lightly brushed against my thigh. “You know I’d never do anything to disrespect you.”
“Then stop talking and watch your mouth,” I said, glancing over at him.
He widened his grin. “I got you, World Sexiest Mom.”
“Boy, hush. And quit flirting with me.”
He looked over toward the archway that led into the hallway to see if the coast was clear. Then back at me. “Why? I’m only speaking truth. Am I making you uncomfortable?” There was defiance in the way he stared, smirking. He was testing me, trying to bait me. His mouth curved, revealing that scrumptious dimple.
r /> I studied his tall muscled frame. Took in his boyish charm. God he was fine, too damn fine. I knew I was toying with fire, especially with Jacob being right there in the house. But who the hell in their right mind would dare to stick their hand in it?
Me, apparently. Shit.
Keenly aware of the arousal bubbling inside of me, I considered scooting away from him, but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was unraveling me. Instead, I stayed planted in my seat, willing my racing pulse still.
“No, not at all. Should I be?”
Kyree’s peering eyes stayed fixed on me when he said, very softly, “Nah. You mad sexy, Mrs. Lang. I wanna make love to you.”
“Excuse me?”
He boldly repeated himself. And that time I heard the hunger in his voice, hot and greedy, like a starved lion circling its prey.
Instantly my pussy grew wet, and my throat dry. I snatched up the remote to the DVR and pressed PAUSE. Then met his eyes, clearing my throat along with the filthy thoughts pooling in the crevices of my mind.
“Young man, have you been drinking?”
He shook his head. “Nah. I don’t drink.”
I tilted my head. “Smoking?”
“I don’t do that either.”
I playfully popped him in the back of the head. “Then your horny behind must have been dropped on your head to think it’s okay to play with me. I’m old enough to be your mother.”
“Oww, oww.” He feigned hurt, rubbing his head, then smiled. “And I’m old enough to know what sexy is.”
“Well, sexy or not. You need to get your hormones under control.”
“See. You still think I’m a little boy?”
“Oh, you’re not?”
“Nah. I’m a man, Mrs. Lang. And I’m very much in control of my hormones. If I wasn’t…” His voice trailed off as he licked his lips. Heat shot through my pussy, and I shifted in my seat, pressing my thighs together in hopes to squelch the fire slowly burning inside me. “Just know I’m mature enough to know what I want.”
My brows rose. “That’s nice. But, know this: in life—we don’t always get what we want.”
“Don’t you know I’m spoiled? I always get what I want.” And with that he grinned, showing his dimple again.
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure you do.”
“I do, Mrs. Lang. And right now”—he leaned into my ear and whispered—“I want you.”
“Okay, boy. That’s it. Out.” I jumped to my feet, trying to mask being unnerved by him. But my mind was spinning so goddamn fast, I thought my head would twist right off my shoulders. I concentrated on breathing, while steadying myself from toppling over. Kyree stood to his feet as well. And it took everything in me to keep my eyes off the meaty bulge I noticed straining against the fabric of his pants.
“It’s time for you to go.”
He laughed. “Why? What I do? I’m only speaking the truth.”
