“No!”
“So you want to kiss me?”
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Wolfe is actually being serious right now, and I don’t know if I can handle it. I suck in a breath, trying to find a single ounce of composure. Or like some fucking dignity that doesn’t exist. Because I should be telling him no, with the way I feel, and what I know this will do to me, but I can’t bring myself to say it.
Even if I’m going to suffer later, I want to know what it’s like to kiss him.
“Are you starting or am I?” he says like it’s nothing.
“You’re the one who asked,” I hedge, needing another drink. I’m intoxicated but not drunk enough to not overthink this.
“But you’ve done it before.”
“Don’t try to act like you’ve never kissed anyone. I’ve seen you make out with tons of girls.” Is he playing a game? I need to get out of my fucking head.
“I’ve never kissed a guy. How would I know if it’s different?” He smiles so sweetly, putting on this innocent act he does all the time.
I love and hate him for it.
“You just said people are the same!”
“But does it start the same?” Wolfe’s drunk logic is tying itself in knots, and I don’t know if that’s good or bad.
“It’s the same. Now a blow job is a whole different story.” I wink, giving him back some of what he’s dishing out to even the playing field. If he’s going to make me uncomfortable, what other way can I fight him?
“One step at a time.”
“Can’t handle it?” I tease, standing up to get more on his level.
“Maybe I want to enjoy each step for what it is.” Wolfe’s words send a shiver down my spine.
“What are you saying?”
He puts his fingers against my lips. “Close your mouth for one fucking minute so I can kiss you.”
I swallow and resist the urge to say anything back.
“Look at you listening for once. I’m going to abuse this.”
My lip lifts in a growl. “You better fucking not.”
“If this is the same, then you’re saying I should just grab you by the throat and kiss you like I would a woman?”
Fuck.
Why is he like this?
“Yes,” I barely manage , and now I’m rock fucking hard. Great. He’ll know as soon as he gets close thanks to these short-ass swim trunks.
“Good to know.” He gets out of the hot tub, leaving me hanging.
I stand there, mouth agape. “What the fuck?”
“I’m not going to do it while you’re expecting it if I have to initiate.” Wolfe grabs a towel, dragging it over his chest.
