Page 60 of Unbelievable You

“Don’t stop?” she asked, freezing a millimeter away from my mouth.

I squeezed the back of her neck. “Don’t. Stop.”

A second later, I was being lifted into the air and carried as if I weighed no more than a gallon of milk.

Those firefighter muscles were no joke.

Stace deposited me on my back on the couch before straddling me and bracing herself on her forearms.

“Are you comfortable?”

“Yes,” I said, grabbing the front of her shirt to pull her back down so she could resume kissing me to devastation.

Instead of doing that, Stace arranged a pillow under my head. She couldn’t turn off the impulse to take care of people, even now. I should be annoyed, and I was. But I was also so charmed that it made me want her even more.

Stace even arranged my hair so it wouldn’t get stuck under me and pull when we started kissing again.

“You’re so hot,” I blurted out.

Stace grinned. “Thank you, princess. You’re unbelievably beautiful yourself.”

She slowly lowered herself down, as if she was scared to crush me, but she could absolutely do that, and I’d be happy.

“Stace?” I asked.

“Yes?”

“Why aren’t you kissing me?” I thought that her tossing me on the couch was a prelude to kissing, but it wasn’t happening, and I needed to know if she was going to continue.

“Oh, you thought I was going to keep kissing you? What if I just wanted to snuggle?” There was that look in her eyes.

“One of these times you’re going to fuck around with me and find out,” I said.

She raised her eyebrows. “I don’t mind the finding out if I can have the fucking around part first.”

With the words “fucking around” she pressed her hips into mine and wrung a moan from my mouth. Every time I thought I had the upper hand, she turned the tables on me.

I grabbed her hips and squeezed. “Don’t say fucking if you’re not going to follow through.”

“Mmm, I don’t think you’re ready for me, baby,” she said. That was number four. I was collecting those words like little treasures.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Hunter. I’m going to fuck you. I promise you that. But if I fuck you right now, you’re going to run home and then I’m never going to hear from you again. You’ll get spooked and I don’t want that. Don’t deny it,” she said as I started to protest. “Yes, I want to fuck you, but even more than that? I want to seduce you.”

Her words took a few moments for me to understand.

“What the fuck is the difference?” Now I was getting annoyed.

Stace leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose.

“You’re going to find out.”

The next thing I knew I was still on the couch, but she wasn’t.

Stace stood next to me and I felt like I’d been doused in a bucket of ice water.

What the actual hell had just happened?

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