I study him, contemplating. Then I slide a touch closer. He cracks his brown eyes to peer down at me. “It’s a badidea.”
“What is?”
“This.”
“This?” I prod. “Why don’t we stop talking in riddles and actually say what we mean?”
“You sure you’re ready for that?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He hits me with a lopsided grin, flaunting a single dimple that makes my heart catch.
“I have no problem saying what I want and what I mean. But only if you’re ready to hear it.”
“Then say it. What you want and what you mean.”
He leans in, his next words a tease. “I don’t think you can handle it.”
Pfft.“Try me.”
Alright. What I want?—
He slides closer—close enough for me to feel the heat rolling off his skin, his slow, even breaths on my lips.
Is to shove you up against that wall and kiss you until your knees buckle. And I don’t mean the kind of kissing we did in the street. I want to take my time getting to know every single inch of you, every patch of skin. I want my hands buried in this hair. I want them all over your body until you combust.
Oh. My. God.
Somewhere during that startlingly hot confession, his fingers have found their way to my face, hooking over my jaw and tugging my bottom lip down like this body of mine belongs to him.
My mouth goes dry as I stare at him, unblinking. He chuckles, releasing me and falling onto his back. “Told ya you weren’t ready.”
I force myself to swallow. “That doesn’t count. You thought it. You didn’t say it.”
He laughs up at the ceiling. “Still a bad idea.”
“Whatis?”
“Kissing you again.”
“You’re right. It’s probably a terrible idea.”
A secret dare slips into my voice, hooking Zadyn’s attention. He flips back onto his side, eyeing my mouth.
“Probably.”
“There’s really only one way to know for certain.”
“You’re not wrong.”
“Yeah. I mean, we should just see. For—for science.”
“Right. For Science.” He nods, staring as if hypnotized by my mouth. I’m not sure he’s even conscious that the following words slip out. “And because I really want to fucking kiss you again.”
A flare of warmth licks up the wall of my stomach. His hand slides over my waist and scoops me closer. Then with torturous, painful slowness, he leans down, dipping his face to mine.
That’s when the door flies open, and Zadyn whirls so fast he falls out of the bed. I bolt upright.
