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“Youdon’t enjoy it,” he repeats whatIsaid slowly, forehead creased, as if he can’t comprehend my words.
“It’stoo…Idon’t know.Toointimate,Isuppose.AndI’venever felt comfortable enough with anyone to relax enough to enjoy it.SoIjust don’t ask.Andhonestly,Idon’t feel likeI’mmissing out on anything.”
Devon’sstaring at me, a muscle pulsing in his jaw. “Exactlywhat kind of men have you been with?” he grits out.
Ihate the way he’s looking at me.I’msure it must be with pity.Andhonestly, apart from a couple of casual high school boyfriends, most of my sexual experience was withPhillip.Andhe ended up making me feel anything but sexy and desirable. “Maybewe should stop playing now.”
“Justa few more.We’vealmost finished the bottle.”Devon’stone is deep and measured, with an edge to itIdon’t quite understand.
Ilet out a breath and nod, then ask him the question.
Hisanswer comes quickly. “Dare.”
I’mnot expecting it and have to scramble to think of something.Ieye the almost finished tequila bottle.Theworm floating at the bottom makes me smile. “Idare you to swallow the worm.”Forsome reason,Devon’salways been squeamish about doing that.
Buthe doesn’t look freaked out the wayIexpect.Instead, he fills my shot glass, nodding at me to drink, then puts the rim of the bottle to his lips and tips it up, swallowing the remaining tequila and the worm without a flinch.
Idrag my gaze away from the strong column of his throat, and even though it’s not my turn,Idrink my last shot too, another shiver wracking through me.
Devonmutters a curse, but whenIraise my brows at him, he ignores my silent question.Aftertaking my glass from me, he puts it, along with his and the now-empty bottle, on the floor.
“Truthor dare,Shae?” he asks, and there’s a rasp in his voice that sends my pulse fluttering.
Disconcerted,Ishift on the bed.Then, following his lead, as he probably knowsIwill,Ianswer, “dare,” hoping he’ll pick something easy, likeIapparently did.
Heholds my gaze, and my pulse speeds up even more. “Idare you to let me kiss you.”
“What?”Ican’t have heard him right.
“Idare you to let me kiss you.Justonce, but for however longIwant.”
Iswallow hard but can’t force any words past my still-dry throat.
“It’snot as if we haven’t kissed before,” he says.
Mystomach flips.Iremember all too well.Itwas both the high point and the low point of my teenage years. “Onlybecause your friends dared you.”Imanage to keep my voice even.
Hisgaze burns with intensity. “Thisis just the same, then.Butif you’re worried you can’t control yourself once my lips are on you…”
Ihuff out a breath.Thelast thingIneed is him knowing how much the thought of him kissing me again has my heart pounding.Consideringhow enthusiasticallyIreacted last time and how turned onIwas just before when he was talking about having sex,I’mnot convincedIwon’t do somethingI’llend up regretting immediately.
Buthe’s right; we have done it before.Andwe’ve both been drinking, so this is really just a bit of tipsy fun between friends.
“Justone kiss,Shae.”Hisvoice drops low, husky, and so damn sexy.
“Okay,”Iwhisper, and he’s moving before the word has finished passing my lips.
Agasp bursts from me as he grips my hips and pulls me down untilI’mlying flat on the bed.Thenhe pushes between my legs.Hisbig body hovers over mine, not quite touching but close enough thatIcan feel the heat coming off his body in waves.
Itake him in, anticipation thrumming in my veins.Hiseyes, dark and serious, bounce between mine.Buthe doesn’t immediately kiss me.Instead, he braces himself on one arm, then skates the fingers of his other hand up my bare thigh.
Goosebumpspebble my skin, and a breath shudders out of me. “Devon—”Istart, but he lowers his face until his lips are almost brushing mine.Hisfingers stroke small circles on my inner thigh now, and after not being touched like that in such a long time, it feels good.Toogood.Myeyelids flutter shut.
It’sonly when his fingers skim under the hem of my sleep shorts and brush the edge of my panties that they fly open again. “Yousaid a kiss.”
“Idid.”Hisvoice is rough, like sandpaper.Thetips of his fingers ease just under the scrap of lace covering me, and if he keeps going, he’ll soon feel the arousal already seeping from my core. “It’sjust a kiss,Shae.Letme do this.Please.”
Itsuddenly hits me what he’s talking about. “That’snot what—”
