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“I wasn’t done looking at it,” she says, leaning in for a closer inspection. “Can I touch it?”
I catch her hand mere inches from my dick. “No. Just…no.”
“I wasn’t going to do anything with it,” she says, rolling her eyes.
“Yeah — well — I’m the oldest, and I should know better. And if you touch my dick, I will definitely fucking come, and then it’ll feel like wediddo something with it, and that will be bad and wrong. And very not-good. And now I really need to go and jerk off.Fuck. Knowing you want to touch it is making it worse.
“Are you like this around other guys? Does your dad know you’re this much of a fucking cock-tease, jailbait?” I gasp. “Does he think you’re still his sweet little girl? Hasn’t he told you what guys are like? Do I need to give youthe talk?”
Kira laughs so hard her knees give way and she sinks to the laundry room floor.
My eyebrows twitch as I watch her trying to regain control. “What?”
She shakes her head. “My mom was a nurse, Quin. She gave methe talkwhen I was five and asked where babies come from. And she made damned sure I knew everything I needed to know before she died, on the off-chance Dad wouldn’t be able to bring himself to tell me. The adorable man did try, bless, but I had to correct him on so many things, it was more like I was giving him an education.” She giggles before glancing at my guarded nether regions again.
She rolls her eyes. “I’m not about to fuck your massive boner, Red; I’m just curious. I’ve only seen cocks in books, and honestly, there are some fucked-up penises in medical textbooks, as you can well imagine. Yours looks in much better shape.”
“Uh… thanks?” I pull the bottom of my shirt down, for more coverage. “I’m still not letting you touch it. It sounds like a lawsuit waiting to happen. Come back when you’re eighteen.”
Kira laughs again and scoops her bloodied dress up off the floor. “What happens then? You going togiveit to me?”
“Maybe.” I try to keep calm when my mind wants me to scream,Fuck yes, I’ll give it to you. Any way you want to fucking take it.I breathe deeply and offer her a casual shrug, instead. “If you want it.”
She gives me a secretive little smile. “I’ll keep you in mind, but I’m not promising anything. I could meet a sexier redhead between now and then, and I may not be able to hold myself back.”
I follow her out of the laundry room, and then lead her toward the kitchen, to offer her a drink. “I can’t tell if you’re making fun of my hair, but I like the way you do it, so I’m going to let it slide,” I say.
“I’m not teasing,” she assures me. “All the best people have red hair.”
I settle my attention on her dark hair. “So, I should stay away from you, then? Find myself a nice redhead?”
“Oh, God no. You can’t concentrate the ginger genes like that. They turn radioactive. Don’t you know anything?”
I know I want to lick her cheeky fucking grin right off her face.
“You’ve got to filter that red through a brunette. Blondes are no good; they either weaken the glow or turn the volume up too high. Mousey brown or darker,” she says with authority. “That’s what you want to aim for, if you want the coppers to really pop.”
I nod along, bewitched. “I see.” My balls are fucking pulsating with need to express my enjoyment of her.
Before I can stop myself, I’m gripping her hair in my fist, tilting her face and bending to taste her smile, so I’ll forever know what pure sass tastes like.
When I pull back, she’s staring at me like I’ve done it wrong. Maybe I did. I don’t have anything else to compare this to, so it’s very possible that I’m bad at kissing. I should let go of her hair. Apologize.
I release my hold, letting her soft hair run through my fingers. “Sorry.”
“You should be,” she says. “You don’t kiss like that thefirsttime. You’re meant to do it all shy and sweet.” She grabs my collar in her fist and brings my face back to hers. “Like this.”
She presses her lips to mine so gently I can feel her breath, smell her Chapstick, and learn the soft shape of her mouth, without my eagerness sending me headfirst into a possessive claim.
Kira keeps the kiss slow, and seductive, showing me what it is that I even want to possess. It’s her, in her simplest, purest form, and she makes me fuckingwhimper.
She releases her grip and pushes me backward. “See? You start slow,thenyou do the whole… this-is-what-I’ll-do-the-second-you’re-old-enough shit. You’ve got to give a girl time to adjust. You can’t push her off the deep end and make her waittill she’s legalor whatever.” She glares at me while touching her fingertips to her swollen lips. “Where the fuck did you learn to do that?”
I open my mouth to reply, but there is no answer to give. I grabbed her on instinct, and now I’m confused as hell, because she’s acting like she hated it and loved it all at the same time.
“Sorry,” I say again, lowering my gaze and stepping back. “I don’t know what came over me.”
“Well, whatever it was, you had better keep your distance and only write to me about it in filthy letters until I’m older, or we’re going to have serious problems. I promised Mom I wouldn’t be a teen mother, and you just about impregnated me with that shit.”
