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Is that his way of asking if we’re alone or is he genuinely concerned about my sister?
“So far, so good. She sent a few selfies throughout the day.” I pull out my phone and find one of the photos, turning the screen his way.
He takes my phone and thumbs through the pictures, genuine interest in his expression. “Looks like she’s having fun.”
“I hope so.” I slip my phone back into my pocket.
He slides his leather vest off his shoulders, then unzips the sweatshirt underneath. I hold out my hand for both, then hang them in the closet.
Amusement chases the remaining storminess from his eyes.
“What?” I ask, closing the closet door.
“Nothing.” He taps a hook on the rack outside of the closet. “Normally, I drop it here. This feels like you want me to stick around.”
He’s teasing but I don’t laugh. “I always want you to stay. It’s just—”
“I get it.”
My gaze drops to his tight, black T-shirt. It’s plain but highlights his hard muscles and inked arms to mouth-watering perfection.
“You wear that T-shirt really well.” I mean it as a sexy compliment but the words leave my mouth in an awkward jumble.
“Yeah?” Dex lifts an eyebrow.
I clutch his bicep. Damn, does the man spend his days chopping wood or something?
“Are you hungry?” I ask.
“Ravenous.”
Again, I don’t think we’re discussing food.
I shake off my nervous energy and head for the kitchen. “Well, follow me.”
In the kitchen, a stray rose petal on the table catches my attention. “Thank you for the flowers.”
I turn and collide with his hard, warm body.
“Oh,” I breathe out.
He gently tugs on the ends of my hair. “They reminded me of you.”
“They’re beautiful. So vibrant,” I babble.
“Mmhm,” he hums in agreement.
I point to the ceiling and realize my hands are shaking. “They’re upstairs. In my bedroom. So I could see them first thing in the morning.”
“Good.” He studies me and presses so close, I have no choice but to back up against the counter.
“Are you…okay?” I stammer, my voice rising with each word. “I really loved the arrangement. I was going to leave them down here…”
Why am I still rambling on about flowers?
“I’m more than okay. I’m with you.” His voice drops to a low rumble that vibrates through my body. “And all I’ve been thinking about this week is how I want to rip off your clothes, kiss every inch of your body, and make you scream my name.”
Yes, yes, yes.
