“Want to fuck around?” she asked.
“Stop,” he drawled out.
“I’m being serious.”
He cast her a frown over his shoulder, his bright green eyes steady on her. “Don’t tease me.”
“Lance! You would say yes? You barely know me.”
“Are you seriously asking if I would reject you and your perfect tits if you were like here, play with them? Woman, I try to be a gentleman, but that’s a mighty big temptation.”
“It would be kind of poetic if your ex is obsessing about whether you are coming to her wedding or not tomorrow, and meanwhile you’re shacking up with a shifter.”
“Well, it wouldn’t be a revenge fuck for me.”
“I would make you forget her though.”
“Oh, you’re already bragging on your bedroom skills?”
“I can flop around like a tuna a little,” she joked.
“Oh my God,” he grumbled, rolling his eyes. He popped a grape into his mouth and leaned back with his plate. “I just got a vision of you flopping around with your arms pinned at your sides.”
“It would be the best forty seconds of your life.”
His chuckle was so deep it filled the room, and now she was giggling at the vision.
He pulled her ankles so that her feet lodged securely under his legs again and relaxed back onto the creaking leathercushion. “I think you would be the most entertaining part of my life if you lived closer.”
“Oh, you would be obsessed with me.”
“Who says I’m not already obsessed?”
“You don’t even know my favorite color.”
“I know your ex’s least favorite color is purple.” He pulled a face. “Yeah, that sounded weird before I even said it.”
“My favorite is pink.”
“Girly girl.”
“What’s yours?”
“Grey.”
“Grey?” she scoffed around a bite of mango. “Is that even a color?”
“It’s a color to me.”
“Good Lord, maybe you need me in your life. You sound bland as heck.”
He laughed and rested his arm across her bent knees. The comfort they already had with each other was her favorite part of the day.
“I have an admission,” she told him.
“Admit away.”
“I was planning on going into town and doing a little outfit shopping.”
