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“I swear I won’t. But I want to be one hundred percent sure you’re saying what I think you’re saying.”
What I hope she’s saying.
I drop my chin, searching her eyes. They widen expectantly and make my heart ache, but in a weird, pleasant way.
“You know perfectly well what I’m saying.” She tucks a curly strand of hair behind her ear.
“I think I do, but if you can’t even say it, then I won’t bother.”
“Bother? Oh, wow, this is so the sign I needed.” She drops her head back with an exhale.
“A sign for what?”
“That this is a horrible idea and so wrong.”
“You think us fucking would be wrong?”
She frowns, but the pink flush spreading from her chest up her neck tells me she’s not that offended. At any point, she could have left the room if she didn’t want to have this conversation. She hasn’t even tried to go around me.
“Do you always have to be so obnoxious?”
I arch an eyebrow. “Is it obnoxious if it’s something you want to hear?”
“What are you—?” I press a finger to her lips. She stills as I step into her bubble.
“You want to hear it, don’t you? You’d love to hear how much I want you.” Her cheeks darken and her pupils expand. “How much I want to spread your legs and taste you?” A soft exhale slips past her lips, tickling my finger. I lean in and whisper in her ear, “How I can’t think of anything but bending you over this dryer right here and making you scream?”
I wait, anticipating one of two things. Option one, she hops on this dirty-talking train, or option two, she knees me in the balls. Option two seems more likely and I ready myself for the chance I’ll be looking for a new place to live in the morning.
Strangely, she chooses neither option and instead parts her lips, sucking my finger into her warm, wet mouth. The sound she makes sends blood coursing from my fingertip, down my arm, straight to my cock.
JANE
The tip of Joe’s smooth finger glides along my lip, its warmth calling out to my tongue, which sneaks out to taste him. Surprising myself, my mouth falls open and I suck his finger in deep. All I can think of is damn, it’s long.
His brandy eyes darken, locking on my lips, as the corner of his mouth lifts.
“Fuck, Jane,” he hisses.
There’s a loud, sucking pop when he pulls his finger from my mouth and he offers me a lopsided grin. Then, his wet fingertip drifts along my lower lip and his dark eyes follow the movement, as if it’s the most mesmerizing thing he’s ever seen. When he takes my chin and tilts my head back, my breath hitches, anticipating his kiss.
This is it. We’re crossing the line. There’s no turning back.
To be fair, I think I sped past that line once I sucked his finger into my mouth.
While I wait for the worry to set in, for the panic to make me reconsider what I’m doing, a rush of calm runs through me, rousing me on, begging me to continue.
Joe moves in, his lips landing on my lotus tattoo at the base of my neck. His deep growl sets my skin on fire and releases millions of goosebumps that erupt over every part of my skin. When his warm breath skates up my throat, and his mouth tickles my ear, I seriously think my legs have melted away.
With a firm grip on my hips, he pulls me up onto my toes, pressing his hard length into me. He’s so fucking tall, my neck stings when I drop my head back to look up at him, but his salacious grin makes me wonder what he’s about to do.
And how much I can’t wait to find out.
All at once, every possible scenario runs through my head, making me dizzy. The ground feels weak, as if it’s slipping away beneath me, and I wobble, but Joe lifts me up and settles me on the dryer. The so-not-sexy-but-super-comfy-to-sleep-in XXL T-shirt I’m wearing rises and I feel the cool metal lid beneath my thighs.
I quickly tug down the hem of the shirt to cover my legs.
“What are you trying to hide there, Janey?” he asks, a coy smile lifting his dark pink lips.
