“Yesoh,” he said, his tone almost pleading. “Don’t.”
That only made me more determined. “Now I really need to see it.” I lunged, and after a brief but spirited tug-of-war, I emerged victorious, the book in my hands.
Flipping it open to the page he’d dog-eared, I skimmed the first few lines before bursting out laughing. The writing was vivid, to say the least, and Wynter’s ears were now fully red. God he got so worked up so easily.
“You were reading this?” I teased, holding the book up like evidence in a trial.
He buried his face in his hands. “Can we not make a fuss out of this?”
“But it’s such a big deal!” I said, my grin widening. “I never pegged you as the type to enjoy…explicit romance.”
“I don’t usually,” he mumbled, peeking at me through his fingers. “I was just curious, okay? And it’s not just explicit. The characters are interesting.”
“Oh, I bet they are,” I said, leaning closer. “What’s her name? Let me guess—she’s feisty and independent, but secretly vulnerable. And the guy? Broody and intense, with a tragic backstory, right?”
Wynter groaned again, flopping back onto the bed. “Why must you terrorize me, darling?”
I laughed, poking his side until he squirmed. “I’m only teasing. But now you have to read it out loud.”
“What?” He sat up, looking genuinely horrified.
“You heard me.” I held the book out to him. “Read it. Out loud. I want to hear what you’ve been so captivated by.”
“No way.”
“Come on, Wynnie,” I said, nudging him with my elbow. “You’re already halfway through the chapter. Don’t leave me hanging, tell me what you’ve been fantasizing about.”
He stared at me for a long moment, clearly debating whether to give in or throw the book out the window. Finally, with a dramatic sigh, he took the book from my hands.
“Okay,” he said, flipping to the marked page. “But don’t laugh.”
“I promise,” I said, biting my lip to keep from smiling.
He cleared his throat, his eyes scanning the page. “Her breath hitched as his fingers grazed her skin, the heat between them igniting like a spark in dry kindling…”
His voice was steady at first, but as the descriptions grew more, shall we say, colorful, his cheeks turned an even deeper shade of pink. I fought to keep my composure, but the way he read over certain phrases—like “velvet heat” and “aching need”—was too much. It was giving me ideas.
“Wyn, I have an idea...” I boldly proposed placing both my hands on either side of his legs and leaning on his knee, looking up at him.
“What is it?” he questioned, his gentle hand on my cheek,
“What the girl did for the guy in the story,” I narrated. “Do you…want me to do that for you?”
His eyes widened in surprise, he swallowed hard.
“Yesoh, I…” he breathed,
“Do you want me to kiss down your neck…” I planted a sloppy kiss on his throat, one after the other as he shuddered under my lips. “To kiss you all the way down…” I trailed my fingers down his chest to just below his belly button as I lifted his navy knittedsweater revealing his happy trail and a very prominent v-line. “To touch you, down here?”
“You don’t have t—”
“Iwantto. Ineedto,” I assured him, and I immediately took notice of the outline of his arousal through his pajama pants. “Please let me.”
“Please, Yesoh.” He nodded, and I placed my hand to his chest so he could lean back onto his elbows, and that was all the confirmation I needed. “Yes.”
I traced my fingers around the outline of him, and he twitched, reacting to my taunting touch.
“Nothing in the stories could turn me on more than what’s real here with you,” he whispered, and I smiled.
