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I toe off my shoes and slide my pants over my hips to reveal my boxer briefs and bare thighs. Clover takes a sharp inhale, her eyes glued to my body. "Let me see the heart rate."
She shoves her hand under the blanket. "That's not necessary. I can speak for myself."
I want to laugh in her face, but I force a frown and nod. "And yourself finds me hideously ugly. You only hooked up with me because you were desperate."
"What are you doing?" she asks as I bend and reach for my running pants.
"I'm putting this body that disgusts you so much back under my clothes."
"There's no reason to put wet clothes back on. It could be dangerous, even. You don't want to get hypothermia."
I straighten and step closer to the couch. Her gaze eats me up, hot on my flesh, and I have never felt more wanted, no matter what her lying lips say. "You want me to parade around naked after you've just told me I disgust you?"
"Disgust is a strong term. I just said you aren't my typical type." She watches me as I stalk closer to her.
"Tell me you don't want me." I want her so badly it's hard to speak. "Tell me you don't like the way I look."
She reaches out and grabs my hard cock through my briefs, sliding her hand over it while she squeezes. "What does it matter what I think? If the pheromones do the trick, why do I need to like the way you look?"
Her hand on me feels so good I can barely catch my breath. Somehow, I manage to peel her hand away and step out of reach. "I want you to admit it's more than pheromones. I want you to admit you can't take your eyes off me when I walk into a room, that you see me and your breath catches, that I speak and you want to hear dirty words fall from my lips. Because that's what happens to me when you're around."
Her expression softens. "It is? So you like the way I look? I'm your type?"
I cross my arms over my chest and widen my stance, pushing my hips forward. "What do you think?"
"Maybe it's just pheromones."
"That's not how I operate. I don't know about types. I've never had one. But you are the most beautiful woman inside and out I've ever met."
She laughs. "Now I know you're just trying to get laid. I haven't even been very nice to you."
"Doesn't matter. I see the sweetness in you. I taste it on your tongue. You're a good person, Clover Weston, and you care more than you let anyone know."
I see her retreat like it's a physical thing, even though she doesn't move. She blinks and the heat vanishes from her expression, like she's remembered herself. "You don't know me. Not really."
I back off, because she's clearly not ready for so much truth. "I know you like my body. I know you can't take your eyes off me when I'm near you. I know you want me more than some scrawny pop star. That's more than pheromones."
She twists her mouth into a frown but I can see the smile behind it. "He's only scrawny compared to you, Goliath. If I admit I like your body will you come back over here?"
I take a step closer. "Admit it's more than just pheromones."
"I don't hate the sound of your voice, okay?"
She's giving in and my resolve to keep my distance is crumbling. I step closer and bend at the waist to whisper in her ear. "You love the way I look. You love my body so much you want to lick the sweat from my skin."
In a move that surprises me so much I nearly stumble, she grabs the back of my neck and brings my face around so our lips are centimeters apart. "I've never wanted anyone the way I want you."
She tries to pull me closer and kiss me, but I resist. "And you love the way I look. You even love the palm tree."
"I hate that stupid palm tree, but I don't hate the way you look."
Again, when she tries to pull me closer, I resist. "And it's more than pheromones."
"Jesus, Asher. Yes, it's more than pheromones. Will you kiss me already?"
I grin. Then I kiss the hell out of her.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
