I wait a few seconds for him to elaborate, and when I realize he isn’t going to, I roll my eyes and pivot in my seat to face him. “So are you going to tell me… or?”
“You like Mac because you’re just as reckless and stubborn as she is.”
I open my mouth, ready to refute his ridiculous claim, but when I stop to think about it, the words die on my tongue.
Okay, he isn’t totally off base there.
“And,” he adds, pausing as a smug smirk spreads across his unfairly pretty face. “You have a danger kink so you definitely want to fuck a Barrons.”
My mouth falls open and heat spreads up my neck.
“I’m sorry, what?”
Echo’s eyes never leave the road. “You heard me.”
“I—” I pause, scrambling for a good rebuttal. “I do not have a danger kink, and Barrons is the male lead. He’s literally designed to be attractive to the reader.”
Echo nods his head like I’m a child he’s trying to humor. “Whatever you say, Bambi.”
“Not to mention, it’s perfectly normal to find adangerous fictional character attractive.” I retort, crossing my arms across my chest. “It’s not like I’d find that hot in real life.”
Echo glances at me. “You don’t?”
“No.”
He cocks a brow. “Not even a little?”
“No,” I say firmly.
His gaze slides back to the road, but the corner of his mouth lifts. “Interesting.”
“Not really,” I scoff, turning to look out the window again. “It’s common sense.”
“Explain something to me, then.” He says, pulling the car to a stop at a red light.
I turn to face him. “What.”
He taps the steering wheel with his thumbs and looks up thoughtfully, as if he’s trying to form the right words.
My eyes skim over the planes of his face and linger on the muscles working in his throat.
Ugh. Even his neck is hot.
“If danger isn’t sexy to you,” he says slowly, locking his eyes on mine, “then why do you think about me when you touch yourself?”
All the moisture on my tongue dissipates as my brain fires jumbled thoughts off in rapid succession.
How does he...
Why does he…
What kind of fucking question is that?
The kind I won’t be answering truthfully.
“I don’t.” I reply flatly, doing my best to keep the emotion out of my voice. “So don’t flatter yourself.”
“Now’s not the time to start lying to each other,Bambi.” He says, keeping his eyes on me. “Answer the question honestly this time.”
