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“Yes. Always. I hate being by myself. Hobby Straight was torture.”
“I like my alone time.”
“Then why is Bob always with you?”
My eyes cut to the cat sleeping in his basket. “Bob does what Bob wants to do.”
“Sometimes I feel like Bob.”
Again, I glance at the animal before turning back to Sasha. “How?”
“Always begging for scraps of your attention.”
“I …” My words scramble and turn to mush in my mind. Attention? Mine? No part of that sentence makes sense. “You get all of my attention.” Unfortunately. Even when I don’t want to give it to him, I can’t stop myself.
“Only when I’m being loud and annoying enough to get it. If I didn’t talk to you first, we wouldn’t talk at all.”
“Why do we need to talk?”
“Because that’s what friends do.”
“Since when are we friends?”
“Since you held me down in the forest and fucked me.”
My face flushes at the direct way he says it, throwing me back to the recklessness that took over me. “That was ill-advised.”
“Maybe.” He tilts his head sweetly. “But you’d still do it again.”
The frustrating part is that he’s right. Every time I see his panties hanging in my space, the temptation to smell them is strong. Every time he takes a shower, I’m haunted by images of the water sliding over his smooth skin.
His gaze turns shrewd, and he lifts his hand to scrub at something on my cheek. The pad of his finger is so soft it slips over my skin and makes me forget to do something as simple as breathing. “Wouldn’t you, Lynx?”
Yes. Instantly. Now.
Before any of my thoughts can betray me, the buzzer from the oven cuts through the quiet and makes me jump.
“Better get those out,” I mutter, still trying to catch my sanity.
Sasha is thankfully distracted. For now. But no amount of cooking can scratch his words from my mind.
You’d still do it again.
He’s right.
I’m hungry for it.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FOUR
SASHA
Iwant to say that sleeping together dimmed my attraction to Lynx, but it hasn’t even come close. Now I know what he’s capable of, and I want some of that again.
If I were smart, I’d work on distancing myself from this attraction, but I don’t want to be smart. I only want him to touch me again, and every time we’re alone—which is a lot—I gravitate toward him like I’ve lost all sense of self-control.
And for as much as Lynx acts like he wants me to go away, he gravitates toward me too. It’s like he’s always waiting for me to approach him, and when I do, his whole body relaxes. How do I stay away from that?
