“Yes.” The answer tore out of him, fast and eager.
“Do you want to date anyone else?”
He hesitated. “No.”
“Why did you pause before you said that?”
Dating wasn’t the word he’d use. “It’s…if you’re going to kiss other people, I… But I don’t want to date people? I’m not looking for a meat market.”
Her eyes went wide, and she pulled on her bottom lip with her teeth. “Do you…” She smiled again, her voice gaining confidence. She liked it when she saw through him. And he didn’t hate it, either. “Do you want to kiss anyone else?”
Fuck, was he blushing? Heat surged through him.
Jess’s mouth—that gorgeous, pink mouth—dropped open with a breathy gasp. “Brent, do you want to kissEvanagain?”
Good Lord, the floor could open him up and swallow him now, because he definitely was blushing—in front of his wife, about just how much he wanted Evan to shove him up against a wall. “I punched the guy.”
“Weird foreplay move,” she whispered.
He scrubbed his hand over his jaw, then nodded slowly. She wanted honesty. The whole time he kept his gaze glued on her face. “Yeah. I’d kiss him again.”
“Wow.” She blinked. “That’s…surreal. And hot.”
Hot. Yeah, it was for him. But for her? The rush of intense feelings inside him swirled harder. Lower. A tug deep in his belly, a heavy ache in his balls.
She ate another chocolate.
Held one out for him.
The silence stretched between them as she nibbled and thought, thought some more, then grabbed another truffle.
He squirmed under her attention, but he didn’t dodge it.
He wanted her back. He’d walk through fire to get that, and if fire was re-examining the fact that he was bi, and so was this other guy she was seeing, and they’d had an angry, sexy kiss that would never be repeated, but if it could be, Brent would like that.
Very, very much.
“Is it okay if I ask about it?”
Her question startled him. “The kiss?”
His gaze was locked on her mouth now. Her lips were wet from where she’d licked them.
Heat blasted inside him again.
She nodded. He caught that, vaguely, behind the parting of her lips. “Yeah,” she said. Her front teeth sank into that pink flesh for a moment, then she kept going. “If it’s private, that’s okay.”
“It was hard. Rough.” He heard his own voice before he realized he was talking.
Jess leaned in.
“And then it was soft,” he said quietly. She smiled.She was smiling at him, like this was okay.It is okay.He knew that. But his brain was pretty scattered right now. “Probably like any first kiss, it was a little unexpected and unfamiliar.”
She exhaled, and nodded, and then smiled.
His heart hammered against his ribs, kickstarting back to life after he’d held his breath there. “We were fighting about you,” he said. Had he told her that? He thought so. “And then we kissed, and it was wild.”
“It sounds like it,” she murmured. “You should, uh… You know. Call him.”
