I had to try hard not to gasp. “No one?”
“Why do you sound excited?”
My eyes went straight to his mouth. “Do you watch porn?”
It was the noise he made in his throat that made me glance up at his face. His red face. The tips of his ears were that color too. “What kind of a question is that?”
Oh b-o-y. “I’ll tell you what kind I like. It isn’t that big of a deal.”
The color in his cheeks, the tip of his nose, and ears went nowhere.
I smiled at him. Then I leaned forward, so, so close his earlobe was an inch away from my mouth, and I whispered right into his ear.
I could see the muscles in his neck and his biceps tighten as I moved back onto the pillow.
I smiled at him again.
He glared.
“See? It’s no big deal. Everyone does it.”
He went Glare 2.0 on me.
“I’ve done more than pee in front of you, Alex. It really isn’t weird.”
Nothing.
I squinted at him. “You’re into butt stuff, aren’t you?”
The hair on my arms started to rise as he stared at me, and I laughed. “Stoppppp.”
He stared at me for a minute longer. “That’s really what you’re into?” he asked then, going back to what I’d whispered.
I nodded, not feeling even a little bit embarrassed about it.
That purple gaze stayed on my face, and his voice was just slightly lower as he said, “I’m surprised you’re not into pegging.”
OH BOY.
I howled. “I knew it! The fact you even know what pegging is says everything! In books, it’s always the big, buff, controlling guys who are the kinkiest.”
My hands were covering my eyes from how hard I was laughing, but I know I heard him snicker. “I knew you were full of shit when you said it was no big deal. You’re crying. You’re fucking crying right now, you little liar.”
“I wasn’t expecting you to say pegging!”
“That’s not what I’m into,” he spat back dryly.
“It’s okay if it is. I just….” Oh shit, I couldn’t even finish that sentence; I started laughing even harder. So hard I rolled onto my stomach and buried my face into the pillow.
There were fucking tears coming out of my eyes.
He sighed clear as day. “I’m not even going to bother insisting that’s not what I’m into. It’s not. You’re just being a little shit.”
With my mouth pressed against the material of the pillowcase, I mumbled, “I thought you telling me you liked my hair was the best part of my night, but now—now it’s this.” I turned my head to look at him and found him shaking his head, staring straight forward. Reaching over, I tickled his lower rib.
Well, I tried to.
He snatched my finger in his hand.
