Page 55 of Kiss Me, Sweetheart (Something Borrowed 2)

“Not this one.”

Hmmm, he was curious why she was so convinced. “How’d you meet him?”

“Oh, God, you aren’t going away, are you?”

“Nope.” He stepped into the pool house before she could stop him. “Want me to put on some coffee so you’re at least awake for my interrogation?”

“There isn’t going to be an interrogation and why are you shirtless? And all wet and drippy?”

“I went for a run.”

Rylie gripped her nose, her eyes twinkling. “Did you put on deodorant first?”

“Are you saying I stink?”

“Um, yeah.”

He lifted his arm and sniffed. “I do not.” When she broke into giggles, his face split into a wicked grin. “So, you got jokes, huh?”

He grabbed her before she could escape and wrapped his arms around her, rubbing his sweaty body and hair all over her, wherever he could reach. She screamed, squealed, and laughed, sometimes all at once, until he was so weak with mirth that he let her escape. She wiped at her face with her hand, and then grabbed a towel from the counter before rubbing it everywhere.

“You’re such a jerk.”

“Oh come on, admit it. You like my sweat.”

“No, I don’t.”

He caged her in against the kitchen counter, his voice lowering. “Actually, I don’t just think you like it. I think that you love it.”

“You’re insane. If I had a weird fetish, it would not be having your sweat rubbed all over me.”

He knew what he was doing was dangerous, but he couldn’t resist leaning closer. Her brown hair was loose down her back and a little wild. He reached up to tuck the strands behind her right ear, and whispered against the shell.

“Are you sure? Not even if I was naked? And under the right circumstances?”

Her breath caught and his heart sped up at the sweet sound. He pressed closer and felt the hard buds of her nipples through her shirt against his chest. His cock hardened against the basketball shorts he wore over his boxer briefs, something that was going to be all too obvious if he backed away from her.

“What kind of circumstances?” she asked, softly.

There was no way she hadn’t caught his meaning. Either she was curious about what he would say or she was baiting him. What she didn’t seem to realize was that he was more than ready for the challenge.

He lifted his left hand off the counter, trailing it across the velvety skin of her arm, from her wrist to her bicep. “The kind that have me stripping off this adorable shirt, and finding you braless and beautiful underneath. Then I’d put my thumbs into the side of your shorts and push them all the way down to your ankles. Your panties—”

“What if I wasn’t wearing any?”

He might have thrust against her; he couldn’t be sure. “Even better.”

Dustin’s mouth touched the side of her neck, just under her ear, and she let out a soft moan.

“Then what?”

He stilled, his mouth hovering over her skin. She was encouraging him. She’d been keeping him at arm’s length for months, but here they were in his pool house kitchen, and she wanted him to talk dirty to her.

His hands settled on the curve of her hips. He brought her lower body tighter against his so she could feel what her teasing was doing to him. When she didn’t jerk away, he growled, and nipped lower, just above her T-shirt collar. She pushed her own hips forward, pressing closer, and he pulled the shirt down, kissing the newly exposed flesh even as he kept talking.

“After that, I’d drop my shorts, and lift you up onto this counter. And as soon as my cock was free of my briefs, I’d put it inside you. In and out. Slowly, swirling my hips until you came.”

Rylie’s breathing was coming in short, tight pants, and he was so turned on he wanted to follow through. Hell, he wanted to carry her all the way back to the bed and make the walls shake.