Page 71 of Strike Zone

“They’re cute. If you want to see troll feet, you should see mine.”

“Don’t even. I bet even your feet are sexy.”

“You think I’m sexy?”

“I didn’t say that.” She shuts herself up with another spoonful.

“You said even. That implies everything else about me is sexy also.”

“Can you not tease me when the smell of another woman is wafting up my nose?”

“Does it bother you? The thought of me kissing another woman?”

“We’re just friends. I don’t have the right to be bothered.”

“That’s not what I asked.” I continue to caress my hands over her feet, applying just enough pressure to make her groan.

“How are you so good at that?”

“You know I’m good with my hands, southpaw.”

“Why do you call me that?”

“Because it sounds cute and playful, like you.”

“No one has ever described me as either of those things.”

“Then I guess they didn’t take the time to get to know you very well, did they? You still haven’t answered my question.”

“You just didn’t like my answer. I think I gave you a reasonable one. We’re not together. End of.” Her gaze is fixed on the floor.

“So it really doesn’t bother you? The thought of my lips trailing down a woman’s throat, my hands cupping her breasts as my erection strains against her thigh.”

“No.” Her voice is a breathy whisper. She tries to pull her foot away, but I hold on tight.

“You don’t care about my hands spreading her legs, my teeth grazing the apex of her thighs, tugging her panties out of the way before flicking my tongue over her swollen flesh. It doesn’t bristle that she’d be screaming my name as she crashes over the edge, coming against my tongue… the same way you did.”

“Stop.” There’s no conviction in her voice.

“That’s what you told me, but not her. She wanted every hard inch of me. Filling her, straining her to the point of painful pleasure until I hit that sweet spot that made her growl.”

She rips her foot from my grasp, storming down the hallway. “Get out, Linc.”

I quickly follow, bracing my hands on either side of her, gently pressing her back against the wall. Leaning in, I whisper in her ear, “Say it.”

“What? What do you want from me?”

“E-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g.”

“Then why did you come over here smelling like cheap perfume? To throw it in my face?”

“Why would I want to throw something like that in your face? Do you have that low of an opinion of me? I didn’t lay a hand on another woman. I haven’t since the first night I tasted you on my lips, but you already know that.”

“I…” Her breath is labored as she struggles against the electricity sparking between us. The chemistry that’s been there since the day we met. “I don’t believe you.”

“Because you don’t trust me or because you can’t let yourself want me?”

“Both.”

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