Page 63 of Big D!ck Energy

He laughed, the sound vibrating through me since we were sitting so close.

We ate in silence for a few minutes, some cooking show playing quietly on his massive TV that we weren’t really watching. I was too aware of every tiny movement Dallas made, every shift that brought us closer or pulled us apart.

“Speaking of our arrangement...” His voice had that quality that made me want to lean in, like he was about to share a secret.

“That's never a good start to a sentence.”

“We need to talk about the public affection thing.”

I nearly choked on a piece of chicken. “The what now?”

“Public affection. Hand-holding, casual touches...” He paused, and his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. “Kissing.”

“Kissing,” I repeated, my voice embarrassingly high, my eyes dropping involuntarily to his mouth.

“We're supposed to be newlyweds. People are going to expect us to be...” He waved his hand vaguely, but his eyes were fixed on me with an intensity that made breathing difficult. “Affectionate.”

“Right. Affectionate.” I set my plate down. “So what are you suggesting?”

“We should practice.”

I stared at him, at the way his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. “Practice. You want to practice kissing.”

“Well, when you say it like that, it sounds ridiculous.”

“That's because it is ridiculous.”

“Is it though?” He shifted closer, his knee pressing against mine now. The henley stretched across his chest as he turned toward me. “Think about it. First time we kiss in public, if it's awkward or uncomfortable, people will notice.”

His eyes kept dropping to my lips, and I was doing the same thing, cataloging the curve of his mouth, the stubble along his jaw.

“The point is, we need to look natural. Comfortable. Like we've done it a thousand times.”

My heart raced uncontrollably. I could feel my pulse in my throat, in my wrists, between my thighs. “And you think practicing will help.”

“I think it can't hurt.” He reached out, fingers ghosting over my hand, tracing the veins on my wrist with a touch so light it made me shiver. “Unless you're scared.”

“I'm not scared of kissing you.” The lie came out reflexively, breathlessly.

His eyes darkened. “Prove it.”

“What are we, twelve?”

“Davidson. We got married. We've already kissed. We just don't remember it.”

“That doesn't count.”

“Exactly my point. Shouldn't the first kiss we remember be private? Or would you prefer an audience?” His hand was still on my wrist. “Don't you want to know?”

“Know what?”

“What it's like. If we're... compatible.”

The word compatible shouldn't have sounded that dirty. I hated that his logic made sense. I also hated that he was this close, smelling this good, and looking at me like he wanted to devour me.

“Fine,” I heard myself say. “For the sake of public appearances.”

“For the sake of public appearances,” he agreed, but his voice had dropped an octave.