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When I’m done, I stand up straight and pat his chest. “That should help it heal.”
“Yeah. Thanks.”
“No problem.”
I look up at him, and he swallows roughly. “You confuse me,” he mutters.
It’s said so softly that I tilt my head and say, “Excuse me?”
“You confuse me, Maggie. Seriously, if it isn’t voodoo, then what is it? Why is it you?”
“I don’t know.”
“I don’t like guys like this.”
“So you’ve said.”
“I’ve never had sex with another guy either.”
“That’s obvious.”
“But you…something about you draws me to you.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know,” he replies so earnestly that I run a hand along his arm in the act of comfort. The muscles bunch and flex beneath my touch, and I suddenly feel incredibly powerful, like I could ask this man to kneel for me, and he would.
“You must think I’m insane.”
“Mostly,” I tell him, and the corner of his mouth quirks up.
“You’re just as bad, you know.”
“I am not,” I say with a small laugh. “I’mnothinglike you. I am civilized.”
“You are not. You’re crazy. More subtly, but you are.”
“Oh, whatever. Talk to the hand.”
I hold my hand up, and he grabs onto it, pulling it to his mouth and nipping lightly at my fingers.
“You sat on me that first time,” he tells me, his lips brushing against my fingertips. “What was that, if not insanity?”
I tug my hand away quickly and stare at him because he’s right. I might not be riding down mountains on a bike with no brakes or blowing shit up, but I did go along with his crazy bet in the first place. I let him goad me into fucking him. I let him goad me into many things, if I’m honest about it.
“Fine. I’ll admit I am a little crazy. At times. Sometimes. Notall the time,like you.”
“What about your dream guy? Can he handle you when you go off the rails? When you crave something dangerous.”
I sniff and move my gaze from Sem’s. “I don’t know him that well. I’ll let you know when I find out.”
Sem shifts on his feet, still gloriously naked in front of me. It’s criminal how good he looks right now. He really should put some clothes on.
“Well, what’s the plan now? Is that bet still on, or should I paint your nails instead? Ooh, I’m thinking bright pink. Ooh, maybe maroon!”
Sem’s Adam’s apple bobs, and he fiddles with the tie on my robe.
“How about this. If you win this one, then you can paint my nails.”
