“Snap,” I whispered.
“Babe, tomorrow night we can get into the heavy.Now we’reeithergonnamake out or go in and get drunk.”
I one hundred percent wanted to make out, and in thatinstant I didn’t think that made me stupid, stupid Rosalie at all.
I looked to his lips.
He started chuckling.
I looked to his eyes.“What’s funny?”
He dipped his face closer.“Baby, I like that, what you’resayin’, but I was joking.I get my mouth on you I’ll wantit all over you, and the housewarming party will last approximately two moreminutes before I throw all their asses out.”
“That won’t help Mom have a night where she can let her hairdown,” I noted.
“Yeah,” he agreed.
“But I wasn’t sure I was saying anything.”
“Man tells you he’s thinking of making out with you, youlook at his mouth, means you want his tongue inyourmouth.”
“My eyes were wandering,” I lied.
“Rosie, even before shit started changing with us, you’dstare at my mouth and it wasn’t about your eyes wandering.”
This I did not find surprising he’d noticed.
He had a crazy-fabulous mouth.
“I’m currently experiencing significant amounts of emotionalturmoil,” I explained.
“That isn’t lost on me.”
“Andkindahave been for a while.”
“And that hasn’t been lost on me for a while.”
“In fact, I think I need about three months of mellow timesbefore I make any more big life decisions.”
“That I can give you.”
I found that disappointing.
I also found my mouth asking, “Really?”before I could stopit.
“Trust me, you’regonnafind itimpossible to be anythingbutmellow after I’m through with that body,and once I get it, I intend to spend as much time working it as I can.”
Oh man.
I shivered and in Snap’s arms it had nothing to do withstanding outside in fifty-degree weather in February.
His brows rode low over his eyes.“Yougonnastand here turning me on so Igottahang out here toget my shit sorted or go in with you and have to adjust my crotch so they don’tsee my cock is stiff?”
Against my volition, my belly swayed so I could test thevalidity of this statement.
This statement was valid.
Very nice.
