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He stares at me with lust in his eyes that I can feel straight to my core.
"Are you wearing panties tonight, dove?"
Damn him. He needs to stop calling me that. I refuse to look it up. I don't want to know why he's given me the nickname. Yet every time he says it, my curiosity grows and so does the heat in my core.
"You don't get to find out."
"That's a shame. I was hoping you were wearing them."
"Why's that?" I shouldn’t ask. I know better. Bantering with him is like loading the gun and handing it over.
"Because I wanted to take them off with my teeth." He pushes off the washer and takes a single step toward me, his gaze falling to the hem of my dress. "I wanted to put my head under that pretty pink skirt of yours." Another step, and my legs start to shake. There's a wicked grin on his face, a clear indication that he's aware of what he's doing to me. And he's doing it on purpose.
Wearing me down.
Bringing me to the edge with his words so I'll cave and allow him to touch me.
"Would you like that, dove? Would you like me to take off your panties with my teeth?"
"I'm not wearing any," I lie.
"Oh, but I think you are. Because if you weren't, you'd be rubbing those thighs together right now for friction instead of clenching your Kegel muscles."
How the hell does he know these things?
And why am I not walking away from him?
The door is within my reach. He's not standing in my way. Yet I remain rooted in place with my back against the wall as he prowls toward me, his movements slow, his steps as calculated and precise as every word he speaks.
This is his foreplay.
He's not even touching me, and he's turning me on.
"We're not doing this," I state. He's not playing fair. The only weapon I have against him is denying him what he wants. And the predatory look in his eyes tells me that I'm what he wants.
"Are you sure about that? Are you sure this isn't what you want?" His smile grows when he takes another step. He's within arms reach now, and I have to resist the urge to grab onto him and pull him to me.
"You know this is what I want, but it's not all I want."
"And if I agree to give you everything?"
Everything.
How can I believe him? It's only been a few weeks. I haven't even laid eyes on him since that day in the stairwell, and I still can't shake the look of defeat in his eyes.
"Prove it. Prove you want more than my body, more than me beneath you. Then maybe I'll believe the words coming out of your mouth. But right now, I don't. Because if you really wanted to give me more, you wouldn't have pulled me into a dark room and kissed me. You would have done it where anyone could see."
"This isn't about anyone else," he quickly counters. "This is between you and me. It's no one's business. No one else gets a vote."
Max's voice rings in my ears.
We're keeping things casual and private. That's our choice. We're not putting a label on it. We're friends with benefits. Our relationship, what we have, what we do, is none of your business, or anyone else's.
Max, of all people, has it all figured out.
And he's right—though, I hate to admit it, even in my own head, that whatever he's doing with my sister is none of my concern. It's between the two of them and only them. They're not hurting anyone by having a strictly sexual relationship. And if they can keep emotions out of it, so can I.
"Do I get a vote?"
"It's the only one that matters, as long as it's a yes."
Brady closes the remaining few feet between us, placing his hands on my hips. When I don't pull away, he pulls my body against his, wrapping one hand around my back and moving the other to rest on my cheek.
"I want—" but I don't get to finish my thought because he captures my words with his lips.
