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“I do not!” Wriggling free, I punched him in the chest. He grunted and grabbed my hand before I’d even pulled it back, pressing it flat to his chest. With a yank, he pulled me across his chest, and as I had no desire to move, I tucked my chin on folded hands and gazed up at him. “Okay, what did I say?”
He tipped his face up to the ceiling, clearly inventing something. The corded muscles of his throat moved, drawing my attention to the dark covering of stubble. I wanted to touch it.
“You said, and I quote, ‘stop jumping up and down; you’ll make the cake fall.’”
I couldn’t help it. I giggled. “Okay, that’s too weird to make up. I believe you.”
He didn’t answer for a moment, but his blue eyes looked from one of mine to the next. “I want to kiss you, Pinky.”
My heart rate quickened. He waited patiently for my response, one thumb stroking the skin of my arm just beneath the sleeve of his tee-shirt. I wanted to kiss him, too. I had from the time I saw him in Sugar Babes. But… “Um. Can I brush my teeth first?”
His arm slid around my waist, anchoring me to him, and in a move that made my vagina clench, rolled us over so I was beneath him. “No.”
That was the last word he said before his mouth descended to mine.
He kissed me. There was no preparation, no lead-up. Just the touch of his mouth and the crackle of electricity along my nerve endings as it settled against mine,warm and insistent. He kissed deep and slow and delicious, his tongue tracing my lips before sliding between them to lick sweetly against mine.
His fingers dug into my flesh, hard and tender at the same time, even as his hands remained still in their positions on my back and at my waist. He moved against me restlessly though, bending one knee to curve around my hip. The movement pressed his length against my core, and I shifted against him, seeking that perfect counterpoint of pressure.
He groaned into my mouth and lifted his head, breaking our connection, then pressed his face into my neck. He exhaled a long shuddering breath and brushed his lips against my skin before raising himself up and moving to sit beside me, scrubbing his hands over his face as he settled.
He adjusted himself discreetly, but the thick bulge in his sweatpants was impossible to miss.Why was he stopping?I had given every signal that I was ready and willing, I thought. I pulled myself up to sit beside him, tugging the sheet up to my waist. I suddenly felt bare.
“Is something wrong?” I asked.
I felt his glance linger on my face and he reached for the hand closest to his, threading his fingers through mine. “I think we need to talk before we… go any further,” he said.
“Okay,” I said. “I’m good with talking.”
He moved his thumb over my knuckles, the simple action sending tingles coursing up and down my spine. I had the feeling that I could grow addicted to his little touches very fast. “I meant that I think we all need to talk.” Baron’s thumb stilled.
“All?” There was only one ‘all’ we had in common. I pulled my hand loose and climbed over him, off the bed. Without looking at him, I began searching for pants. All of mine were in the other room, with the spiders. Baron’s clothing was all over the place. “You mean, me and you, Galen and Ezra?”
“Yes.”
“Why?” I dropped a pair of sweats I’d picked up from the floor. “We—” I jerked my hand between us. “—you and I—were kissing, Baron. Not you, and I, and Ezra, and Galen. Why do we need to bring them into this? Do you need to get permission from them, or something?”
He dropped his head back against the wall behind the bed. “No. I don’t need permission. That’s not the problem.”
“There’s a problem?” I paced a few feet away, unable to keep from muttering to myself. “Of course, there’s a problem. Nothing’s ever easy.” I turned my attention back to Baron. “Look, I think you’re making a bigger deal out of this than necessary. We kissed. We can just… not kiss anymore. Problem solved. Simple.”
Baron was on his feet one moment to the next, aweing me at how swiftly he moved for a big guy. He moved in close, forcing me to crane my neck to look at him. “There will be kissing,” he stated. “A lot of it.” I let out a huff of frustrated air and he cupped my neck and jaw in his big hands. “I’m sorry. I’m not good at this kind of thing and I’m making a mess of it.” His eyes pleaded with me for understanding.
“Just tell me what’s wrong.”
“Jude… don’t you know how crazy those other two guys are about you?”
I shook my head. “What? No—”
“It’s true. It’s driving Gale mad and Ezra—”
“No,” I interrupted. “You’re wrong. Ezra’s just a flirt and Galen hates me.”
“Ezra doesn’t flirt with anyone but you, and Gale wishes he could hate you. It would make all of this so much easier.”
“I don’t understand.” I moved away from Baron and crossed my arms over my chest. Baron’s gaze flicked to my legs as his tee-shirt rode up on my thighs a few inches, and then returned resolutely to my face. “Surely you’re not the only guys who have ever been attracted to the same girl. Can’t you just...work it out?”
He gave me a small half-smile. “Sure we could. The difference is that it’s not just them, is it, Jude?”
