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She grinned widely. “You do?”
“Fuck, yes, I do. You’re cute and you’re sexy. And I don’t know where you’re getting this stupid idea that I’m perfect from, but that’s far from true.”
“Well, I was just talking about your looks and body, not personality.” Her face was serious until she grinned and started cracking up, giggling so much that tears came down her face.
“You’re a little brat.” He tickled at her sides and she kept laughing.
Finally, he eased off as she begged for mercy. She leaned against him. He massaged the back of her neck gently.
“I’m not perfect, girl, and neither are you. But it doesn’t fucking matter. Because if everyone was perfect, wouldn’t life be pretty damn boring?”
“I guess,” she said with a sigh. “Although it would be nice to have a flat tummy.”
He drew her back, then ran a finger down her cheek. “Got a confession to make.”
Fuck. Was he really going to tell her this? Seemed he was.
“What is it?”
“I saw you last weekend.”
She frowned. “Saw me? What do you mean? Of course you did. You helped me fight off Fishy-breath, Frog-face, and Garbage-feet.”
“Hmm, but before that, I caught sight of you here in the club. I was up here and I could see you dancing. And I couldn’t draw my eyes away from you.’
“Really?” she asked breathlessly.
“Really,” he replied.
“Wait. Is it because I dance like a constipated duck?”
“What?” he asked. “Why would you think you dance like that?”
“Uh, I was once told that.”
“By who?” he demanded. He’d kill the fucker.
“Some mean girl at school a long time ago. Doesn’t matter.”
“You look beautiful when you dance.” Yeah, she wasn’t the most coordinated. But he loved the fact that she just went for it.
“Then I saw you leave and I felt this need to make sure you were all right. So I went after you. That’s the reason I was out there that night. Because I was looking for you. I had just started to turn around, planning to come back here because I thought you must have left in a taxi, when I heard you cry out. Fuck, girl, if I hadn’t been out there . . .”
She swallowed heavily, then plastered a shaky-looking smile on her face. “I’d rather not think about that.”
“All right. I get not wanting to think about bad shit. As long as you remember not to do that again.” He gave her a stern look.
“I’ve learned my lesson.”
“Good girl. Then learn this other lesson. I wanted you then. I want you now. I think you’re gorgeous. My dick is already hard from thinking about fucking you, despite the amazing blow job you just gave me.”
She took a deep breath, then ran her hand up his shaft, which was definitely hard.
God. He didn’t know if he’d ever recovered this quickly before.
“I want to taste you, girl. You going to tell me no?”
She shook her head, eyes wide. “You want . . . you want to taste me there?”
