“That brings me to the next point: your playa-playa rep. Don’t flaunt your… prowess in my face. That’ll piss me off. Keep your bar bunnies discreet. Be respectful.”
“Bar bunnies?”
“You know exactly what I mean. Just keep it out of my sight. Remember how you felt when I showed up at Docks with Tre?”
“That’s his name? Are you still seeing him?”
“I wasn’tseeinghim. He was going to be a hookup until you?—”
“Cockblocked him. Good. That’s a nonstarter for me.”
“What is?”
“Sharing you. Not happening. Period.”
“Then it goes both ways.”
“No problem.” His eyes roam over me. “Pretty sure you’re gonna wear me out.”
“Probably,” I say, knowing my appetite. “But don’t say one thing and do another.”
“This body’s all yours.” He spreads his arms wide, like that eagle tattoo on his chest. “Use and abuse me, Web.”
“I plan to.”
“Any other rules?” he asks, his fingers trailing over the back of my hand, tracing the knuckles, his gaze locked on mine.
“I’m good.” I swallow. “You?”
“Not quite. Unblock me.”
“Oops. Forgot about that.” I slide my hand away, pull out my phone, and remove the block. “There. Happy?”
“Depends. You coming home with me tonight?”
“No. I didn’t shave.”
“I don’t care.”
“I do. When are you off next?”
“Tuesday.” He groans. “That’s two whole nights.”
“We’ve waited this long. What’s two more nights?”
“Then give me something to tide me over.”
“I’m not giving you a handy on C’s porch.”
“Jesus, Lot. I meant a kiss.”
“Oh.” I blink. “Still no. I can’t kiss you here.”
“Why not?”
Because a first kiss with him feelsmonumental. I’m already overwhelmed just by the way he looks at me, touches me. I want him so much. But— “This isn’t the right time or place. When I kiss you, I don’t want there to be any reason to stop.”
“Damn.” His voice drops. “Tuesday. Be ready, Lot. I’m not playing.”
