“She ran through the woods, the mask bobbing eerily behind her. Her heart was pounding, and she stumbled?—”
“Wait.” I held up a hand. “I specified that it needed to be a steamy scene.”
Bryn peered down at me over the top of the book. “It is.”
“She’s running through the woods, and it sounds like she’s being chased by a masked man. How is that steamy?”
“Trust me.” Her eyes glinted, lips curling up at the corners. “It will be. I’m setting the stage.”
“But why is she?—”
“Frasier,” she huffed. “Will you please just let me read it?”
“I need some context here, Bryn.”
“Fine. She’s a high-powered attorney, and he’s trying to help her let go.”
“By chasing her?” I shook my head. Seriously? What the fuck?
“By getting her to surrender.” Bryn gave me a look. “Do you want me to read it or not?”
“It’s your dare.” I leaned back, resting on my palms. “It’s your choice.”
“Then stop interrupting.”
I mimed zipping my lips.
She looked down at the book then back up at me. “And no judging or snide remarks.” She pointed at me, and I shook my head. “Don’t yuck my yum.”
“Don’t yuck my yum?”Jesus.I dragged a hand through my hair. It felt as if we were speaking a different language.
“Don’t kink shame,” she clarified.
“Is this a kink of yours? Being chased through a dark forest by a masked man.”
She closed the book, keeping her finger between the pages as a bookmark. “You’re missing the point.”
“Which is…”
“You’d know if you’d just let me read you the damn scene.” Oh, she was flustered now. It was pretty cute, actually. But telling her that would only piss her off even more.Tempting.
I smiled and shut my mouth, giving her my full attention.
She watched me a moment. Then, when she was satisfied that I wasn’t going to interrupt again, she started reading once more.
I couldn’t take my eyes off Bryn. Tendrils of hair curled around her face, heated from the steam of the hot tub. Her skin was flushed with color as she read the story. The filthy words on her sweet lips were making it difficult to concentrate.
My body felt like a live wire. One touch, and I was liable to explode. I pushed down on my cock, hoping she wouldn’t notice. Secretly hoping maybe she would.
Because holy fuck, had she been right. The scene wasn’t about the masked man in the forest; it was about the chase, the suspense and anticipation, the hunt.
And when he’d caught her, the things he’d done to her…Fuck.
And listening to Bryn read about them… I was about to come in my pants, and she hadn’t even touched me.
She stopped reading, closing the book slowly.
“Wait.” I was hanging on her every word, and she was just going to stop? “What happens next?”
