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“Ew!” I gave him a look of complete and utter disgust. “Don’t say it.”
“What?” He stared at me innocently. “I was simply going to say—”
“La! La! La! La! La! La!” I sang, bringing my hands to my ears and covering them. He sat up in bed, gripped my wrists, and forced my hands back down to my sides. When I stuck my tongue out at him, he bent down and captured it with his teeth.
My heart thundered, fire racing through my veins, when he released me with another dangerous chuckle. Heat flooded my veins, a molten trail of lava.
“I was actually going to say that big feet means big socks and big shoes. Naughty, naughty girl. Where did your dirty mind go?”
I reached around him to grab my pillow and whack him across the face.
“Shut up,” I drawled, and he laughed.
“I didn’t do anything wrong,” he protested, holding his hands up like he was completely innocent. “You’re the one putting dirty words in my mouth.”
“You were thinking said dirty words.” I hit him with the pillow again while he cried out in exaggerated pain. “Don’t lie to me.”
He laughed maniacally and rubbed his hands together like a stereotypical cartoon villain. “You’ll never get the answers out of me!”
Before I could stop him, he jumped to his feet and did a somersault across the room, stopping in mid spin to cry out, “My back! Fuck, my back! I think I broke my back!” He toppled sideways, sprawling across the floor with his arms and legs extended. His tongue lolled out of his mouth. “I’m dead,” he said, though his words were garbled with his tongue halfway out.
“Well if you’re dead…” I dropped to the floor and crawled towards him, positioning my body until I straddled his. “It’d be weird if I did this.” I ducked my head and planted a tentative kiss to the corner of his mouth, opposite his extended tongue.
I had to give him credit—his tongue didn’t recoil back into his mouth and his eyes remained closed, though his hands did move to rest on my hips.
“You can’t move if you’re dead,” I whispered against his lips, then I moved my mouth to the column of his throat, peppering kisses across the sensitive skin there. His hands tightened almost imperceptibly.
“Muscle reflex.” His garbled voice made me smile as I continued to move farther and farther down his body, planting kisses on his stomach before I reached the waistband of his pants. Before I could go any further, his hand snaked out and captured my chin, his eyes burning a hole into me.
“What are you doing?” he whispered roughly, his cock straining against the denim of his jeans. With his messy blond hair falling around him and his crystal-clear blue eyes resembling the freshest water I’d ever seen, he could’ve been an angel—a fallen angel seeking to lead me to sin, but an angel all the same. He was so beautiful, so perfect, that he took my breath away. It was the sort of elusive, ethereal beauty you read about in romance novels. Something so unattainable, you didn’t think you would ever see it for yourself.
It occurred to me that while I was feasting my eyes on him, he was doing the same to me. His eyes were as tender as I’d ever seen them, full of warmth and a heat that made my core clench and skin crawl.
“I asked you a question, little gymnast.” He lifted a hand to brush a strand of my golden hair behind my ear, and I felt my entire body tremble with need, with want, with desire. With emotions I didn’t dare look too closely at. “What are you doing?”
I touched the skin just above his waistband, where his shirt had risen up, and whispered, “Feeling alive.”
Keeping my eyes locked on his, I unbuttoned his pants, unsurprised that he hadn’t worn any underwear. I was beginning to think that the man didn’t own a single pair.
Not that I was complaining.
His long, thick cock sprang free, the tip already beaded with pre-cum.
“Bianaca.” His voice was a growl, a command, and I paused to meet his fire filled eyes. “What are we doing?” There was more to his question than I cared to answer.
What are we?
Does this mean more?
Do we want it to mean more?
He wanted to define our relationship, and I was unsure how I felt about that. On one hand, liquid heat cascaded through my veins as desire inflated my lungs, and on the other, I was terrified. Terrified of him and the way he made me feel. Terrified that this would change everything in a way that was confusing and irrevocable.
And I couldn’t ignore my feelings for Beau and even Kace. If I was with Tanner, did that mean I couldn’t be with them too? Did I even want to be, after the way they’d both ran out on me?
“Do you want me, Tanner?” A hint of vulnerability crept into my words, but when his eyes darkened with lust, I knew that his need for me had never been an issue. He definitely wanted me…but I also was beginning to believe he wantedmore.
How much was I willing to give him?
