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Instead, I was already yanked back up and reeled back in, my temper in the palm of his hand.
“Baby Jesus in a high chair.” I rushed across the room, hands shooting up, not stopping until I’d landed a solid shove to the center of his chest. And yeah, I reveled in his backward stumble (though dammit, he made that all ballroom graceful too) before adding a seething snap. “Are you even serious right now?”
His lips parted. His chest pumped. “As ‘serious’ as you.”
“No.” I jabbed a finger. “No fucking way do you get to air quote me, prince of pricks. Nor do you get to make me the bad guy here, just because you can’t deal with what just happened between us.”
“Oh, I know what happened,” he snarled. “You made it abundantly clear. Fun. We had fun. Rah-rah-woo, take the pom-poms too, this shit is bananas, ladies and fellas.”
For the record, he melted me in about a million new ways. Holy crap, the power of an exotic accent on a bunch of hip-hop.
But for the record, part two, he enraged me more. I felt the enamel scraping off my teeth as I clenched them.
“It was fun because we can’t make it more.” And just like that, as I raised hands to touch him with gentler intent, my wrath dissolved. As the heartbeat under my fingers strengthened, I even tried to smile. “If we could, we’d call it what it was, okay?”
He formed a hand over one of mine. Pressed it harder against his sternum. “And what would we call it?”
Wider smile, brought on by the quickening of my own pulse. “Awesome,” I supplied. “Not even that. Incredible. Maybe even…epic.”
“Oh.” His gaze flared as he drew out the word. “Epic?”
I thumped him with my free hand. “But we don’t get to run with that. Not in this lifetime.”
He inhaled sharply. Nodded with just as much determination. “You are right.”
“So why are you crying in your damn cereal?” I turned my hand over, clasping it into his. Used the hold to slide my body closer to his. There were only a few more minutes I could be this tawdry and no way would they be wasted. “Where I come from, cereal isn’t wasted. You eat it even if you cry in it.”
More thunder rolled in his chest as he settled me tighter against it. “That does not sound appetizing.”
“Isn’t,” I concurred, basking in the new warmth of his gaze. “Unless you’re talking about Frosted Cheerios. But then, it’s a moot point. Who would cry with Frosted Cheerios in front of them?”
“Who would cry with you in front of them?”
Fucking. Sigh.
Letting go of his hand so I could wrap mine around his neck, I raised on tiptoes, lifted my head, and let desire drive the rest.
And him.
Shit, he was a good driver. Our deep, wet, lingering, longing kiss went on and on and on—and I let myself rejoice in every surrendering, quivering, perfect moment of it.
And yeah, let myself moan softly in protest when he tenderly tugged away—but not too far. It was simple to slide my other hand from his chest to his cheek, now raspy with incoming stubble. The contrast of the sharp hairs with his sleek beauty had me dealing with a new clench in my sex, especially with this renewed pressure against his. When his cock answered with a pulse of its own, I knew the faucets needed a crank to cold again.
But not yet.
Just one more moment…
“I’m glad you came.” Tiny quirk of lips, to show him how thoroughly I meant the double entendre.
His own, swollen from our contact, parted to show his white, perfect teeth. “I am glad too.”
I released a little sigh.
As he pulled in a resigned breath.
It was all we needed to draw back together again. Bound. Magnetized.
Our lips never met.
