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Annoyance struck me, and I sighed. “Whatever. Just take me to my room then.”
He chuckled again, the deep sound vibrating against me. “You’re fiery for someone who’s supposed to be quiet all the time. Where are your parents?”
“Mom’s working, and Dad’s on light duty at the office.”
“So you’re here alone?” he asked, his brows rising as if he was shocked.
“Yes. I’m not a child, you know?”
His eyes dipped low, taking in my breasts. I was turned on, so I knew my nipples were showing through my thin shirt. When he looked back up at me, his eyes were even darker.
“I’m well aware.”
I looked away from him, biting my lip to keep from moaning from the pleasure of his words and the feel of his body against mine.
We didn’t make it to my room. Instead, I had him take me into the living room.
“I’ll read a bit and put on Netflix.”
He nodded, carefully laying me on the couch. I reached out for my book lying on the coffee table, but before I could, he picked it up first. His eyes moved over the suggestive cover, and his eyes went wide.
“Forbidden Pleasures?” he asked, holding back a grin.
“Please give me my book,” I said, holding out my hand and blushing.
“You’re blushing pretty hard, Addison. What’s this book about anyway?” he asked, flipping through the pages as if he was about to read it.
“It’s about nothing. Give it to me.”
“That color on your cheeks says it’s definitely about something.”
“Wyatt Alexander James, give me my book.”
“Oh, you’re middle naming me now, huh? This must be a filthy book. I’m surprised, naughty Addison.”
My cheeks burned yet again. “It’s not.”
He tugged at the bookmark, opening the page to the last part I was reading. “Let’s see what you were reading in your little smut book.”
“It’s not smut. It’s romance.”
“Sure, it is. Whatever makes you feel less like a dirty girl.”
He was joking around with me, but I was really starting to feel embarrassed. I remembered the last thing I was reading, and it was something along the lines of a super dirty sex session.
Then he started reading, and I could tell when he got to the scene I was talking about. His eyes went wide, and his smile grew.
“Whew. That’s some steamy stuff you’re reading.”
Jumping up from the couch, I reached for my book, but he held it above his head and laughed at my attempt to take it back.
I jumped up, trying to take my book away, and when I did, I tripped over his shoes. The book dropped from his hand when I started to fall, and then once again, I was in his arms.
His fingers were in my hair, his other arm around my waist holding me close. His lips were inches from mine, and my fingers tightened in his shirt as the need to kiss him rushed over me.
What would he do if I kissed him?
Would his kiss me back?
