“Me?” I feigned shock and insult, widening my eyes. “I’m innocent.”
“Oh, yeah?” He asked. “Then who was it that texted me earlier asking if I’d bring a dildo to fuck him with? Because I could have sworn that was you.”
“If anything, the fact that I texted you that reflects more on your perviness than mine.”
“Elaborate,” he invited, and I smirked.
“You’re the one who got me hooked on it, so it’s your fault.”
“Bottoming is not a drug,” he informed me. “You’re nothookedon it.”
“It is and I am,” I argued, blinking my lashes. “I’m hopeless. You started this and now you have to take care of me.” When he only rolled his eyes, I went on. “Also, you’re equally or more at fault for actually enabling me and bringing it.”
“Who says I brought it?”
I craned my neck to peek at his duffel bag, but it was firmly zipped shut. Pouting a bit, I tapped the tips of my index fingers together and gave him a pleading look.
“You did bring one, right?”
“I brought one,” he confirmed, his hazel eyes sweeping over me in a way that had tingles dancing over my skin. “But good luck getting me to use it with the slumber party all parked right outside our door.”
Groaning, I pressed my fingers to my closed eyes. “They’re in the living room. That’s, like, miles away. Plus, you know they’re going to have some loud ass horror movie playing on the TV, anyway. They’re not going to hear us.”
“You’re that desperate?” He wondered, the teasing note in his voice perking up my dick even more.
“I’m always desperate when it comes to you,” I said, wanting to lean into the flirtation and invite him onto the bed to cuddle with me. But I had to be strong. I needed information before all my focus was obliterated in favor of his perfectly toned, lithe body, on top of me or behind me… Or under me. I hadn’t tried riding him yet. Would he like laying back and letting me bounce on it until I unloaded all over his chest?
Oh, right. I was supposed to be focusing.
“Actually, there was something I kind of wanted to talk about,” I said, and his eyes immediately narrowed in suspicion. God, he was so fucking cute. Almost too cute, like he’d been created in a lab as some kind of conspiracy to keep me hypnotized and obsessed. “Nothing bad,” I tacked on when his glower didn’t fade.
“What is it?” He asked, sitting up straighter in the chair and bringing a knee up to his chest. Defensive body language. Not a good start.
“It’s nothing, really,” I said, hoping to ease his concerns. “It’s just that someone mentioned something about you that I didn’t really understand, and I wanted to hear your side of it.”
“Why were you talking about me?” He asked, obviously unhappy.
“Someone asked me abouthanging out, and I had to tell them I wasn’t interested. Because the only person I’m interested in is you.”
“Oh.” His expression relaxed, instantly softening. He peered at me through his lashes, lowering his chin down to rest on his drawn up knee. It was sort of a curse, finding it so adorable when he was jealous or pouting, but also finding it equally adorable when he had a moment of being soft and sweet like that. “What did you want to know, then?”
“Uh, well…” I took the opportunity of him being completely unguarded to reach out and pull the chair, wheeling him over closer to me so I could squeeze his thigh. “It’s someone that we’ve both hooked up with in the past, and so obviously you came up.”
“Lazaro?” He guessed, and I nodded, glad I didn’t have to explain further.
“Do you… Have a problem with Lazaro?” I wondered.
“No,” he answered, frowning a little. “Why? Did he say something bad about me?”
“No,” I said quickly. “No, he just… When I mentioned that you and I are, you know… Together,” I paused to see if he would correct me, and when he didn’t, my stomach muscles clenched and my pulse sped up, blood rushing through my veins. “He sort of implied that you had a lot of… Rules. And boundaries.”
“I have rules and boundaries with you, too,” he reminded me, but a pink flush had already started blooming on his face. It was always way too easy to tell when he was embarrassed or trying to hide something.
“Yeah,” I agreed carefully. This was the part I would really have to navigate delicately, or it would all blow up in my face like a stick of emotional dynamite. “But from the way he was talking, it just seemed like… Uh, I mean, it felt like it was more…”
“Just ask what you want to ask,” he ordered, averting his gaze over to my side. When I stroked my thumb over his leg, giving him another firm squeeze, his eyes darted down to it briefly and then away again.
“Did you really not let him touch you? Or, you know, go down on you or anything?”
