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“I’ve been thinking about that. Are you sure there’s no way to track it?”
“Well, itmayhave been possible, but it’s fried by now.”
“Fried?”
“Yeah. I activated the kill switch.”
“English, please. For the slippery baby who was dropped on his head.”
I giggle until my knuckles graze his slick abs. Then I suck in an audible gasp at the feel of the silky wet skin over the ridges.
Oh, I want to lick that washboard.
Focus, girl.
“All my devices have a kill switch, and I can activate it from any of my other devices. It’s a safety feature.”
“How does it work?”
“Once activated— which I did yesterday morning, once I realized it was stolen and I got my shit together— the device will self-destruct the next time it’s powered on and close to any data or Wi-Fi signal. They won’t be able to get anything off it.”
He seems impressed. “Nice. Your design?”
“I’ll never tell,” I tease coyly.
His teeth clamp down on his lower lip. “I bet I can make you talk.”
“Perhaps you should try in the shower,” I prompt, tugging his shirt.
I want to strip him bare and rub my hands all over his slick, soapy skin. His answering laugh is throaty and fuck hot, sending a zing of arousal to my clit.
“Let me check on my mom again, and I’ll meet you in there.” He tips his head, indicating the direction of the shower. “I already put your bag in the bathroom so you could get out your toiletries. After you do that, I’ll move everything else into my room.”
Rooting myself in front of him, I arch a brow and lower my chin. “Oh, your room, huh? Mighty presumptuous of you, sir.”
He hisses through his teeth, then grits out a hoarse sounding “ooh, I like that. Say that again, tiger.”
“Which part? Mighty presumptuous? Your room? Huh?”
He locks his arms around my waist and viciously yanks me toward his chiseled body. “Call mesir.”
My hands land on his shoulders, and I instantly start rubbing them over his damp skin, the ink glistening thanks to his workout.
Batting my lashes at him, I seductively purr, “Make me.”
His grip on my waist tightens, and he draws his eyes to slits. The tension of an alpha brews behind his playful facade. “You have no sense of self-preservation, do you?”
I rise to my tiptoes, bringing my mouth a fraction of an inch from his. “On the contrary, I have too much self-preservation. Just none where you’re concerned.”
“Your sexiness is going to get you in trouble one day.”
“I sure hope so.”
He closes the distance between us, fusing our lips in a passionate kiss. The kind that makes promises of what’s to come.
As it intensifies, his tongue demands my submission, which I give without hesitation. His mouth devours mine, and one hand grips my waist tighter while the other trails up my spine and over my shoulders. The stirrings of his erection press against my lower belly. One of his strong hands comes to rest possessively under my jaw. A moan struggles free when he applies the slightest pressure to my throat.
Did I say this kiss holds promises? Allow me to amend that.
