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At the next stoplight, he turned and gave me a long secret look. "You sure about that?"

Woah.With that look alone, I felt primed and ready.What was it about him, anyway?Happily, I'd have years and years to find out.

Still, I insisted, "Of course I’m sure." I paused. "Well, most of the time, anyway."

"Uh-huh. We'll see about that."

That sounded vaguely ominous. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," he said, "you're gonna tell me everything."

"Like what?"

"Everything," he repeated.

"Oh yeah?" I teased. "And what if I don’t?"

"Trust me, I've got ways of making you talk."

And oh, boy. Did he ever.

Chapter 74

When we reached the apartment, we were naked in like two minutes flat. Or rather,Iwas naked. As for Jaden, he was annoyingly clothed – at least below the waist.

But it wasn't my fault. Every time I'd tried to take off his jeans, he'd been totally uncooperative.

I might've objected more strenuously except for the fact that his lack of cooperation where his jeans were concerned was completely overshadowed by his fingers dancing over my naked body.

I was lying face up in my double bed, and already, I was a breathless, quivering mess. He was lying next to me, propped up on his elbow, giving me a view that was pure bliss, even if it wasn't nearly as complete as I wanted.

His pecs were hard and defined. His biceps bulged. His stomach was a work of art, with its sculpted washboard lines and ridges.

Again, I reached for the button of his jeans. Again, he pulled back, even as his fingers toyed with my nipple, worrying it between his smooth fingertips.

I stifled a little moan. "What are you doing?"

With a slow smile, he released the nipple and trailed his hand slowly down my torso. Softly, he asked, "Is that a complaint?"

I knew where his hand was heading, and my hips rose in response. On a ragged breath, I said, "Yes."

His tone grew teasing. "Sure, I believe you."

His hand moved lower still, trailing down my stomach. His fingers brushed the tip of my clit, and I gave a whimper of need.

He whispered, "Say it again."

"Say what again?"

"Youknow."

In my addled state, I wasn't quite sure that I did. "You mean…" I was almost too distracted to think. "Yes?"

Again, his fingers brushed my clit. "That sounded like a question." In a playful tone, he said, "You're not having second thoughts, are you?"

I wasn't even sure what he meant.

Second thoughts about saying yes to his proposal?