He catches my reaction immediately. “What?”
His fingers pause. Then he eases the ice back into my hand and carefully presses it against my skin. His hand covers mine, holding it there.
“For someone who traveled with a whole bag of vibrators,” he says lightly. “You’re awfully upright about them.”
“I am not uptight.” I fight the pull to lean into him.
His look says he doesn’t believe me for a second.
“I can’t be,” I add too fast. “One of my friends designs and sells them.”
“The friend on the phone?”
“Yes. Tess.” I adjust the ice pack; his hand slides with mine.
“So it’d be weird if you were uptight or uncomfortable with vibrators.” His mouth quirks.
“Exactly.” Heat coils low in my stomach.
His saying the word does that.
My fingers tighten around the ice pack, the cold doing nothing to calm the warmth spreading elsewhere.
“Can you say it?”
“Say what?” But I already know.
“Vibrator.”
“I’m a grown woman, of course I can say it.”
The corner of his mouth curves higher. “Go ahead.”
I press my lips together, trying to figure him out, but I’m not sure what I’m looking for.
I lean back until his arm drops away from my head. “You know what, you’re making it weird.”
He leans back, arms folded, a smirk tugging at his lips. I’m not the one with a suitcase full of vibrators. But hey—crush it, seriously. You got this.”
I snort. “You have a dozen bags with—”
“Vibrators.”
I frown. “Yes, and they’re in your suitcase.”
I slide the ice off my forehead and clutch it on my lap.
“For gifts.” He stays folded in on himself, arms crossed, watching me.
“And Tess is the reason I have a whole bag in my suitcase.”
“I’m not seeing the connection.”
“She packed them.”
“For you.”
“Yes. For my opinion—”
