Page 47 of Kiss Me Tonight

Do not be disappointed. He’s thinking clearly and you’re thinking with your . . .

My vagina. There, I said it. I’ve been thinking with what’s in my panties.Oh, God, I’m turning into Willow.

I draw in a sharp breath. Then, just to needle him, and to get under his skin the way he’s done to me, I tease, “Appropriate analogy, given where we are.”

He doesn’t laugh, not that I expected him to, but his mouth softens.

Success.

I push him again, just to see if he’ll break. “I know we’re all about opinions around here”—I peek up at him, hoping he’ll recall the conversation we had at my house, but no, this joke doesn’t make the cut—“but I think what you need is a night of fun. An orgasm would probably do it for you.”

“Levi.”

“Okay, no orgasms. Your loss.” Another blinding smile. I’m not above hoping he doesn’t notice that I’m still struggling to regain my composure. I want to feel his fingers caressing my face again. I want to know if, had I said nothing at all, he would have taken it one step further. Boob touching. Man, he’s got good-size hands, too. It’d be a perfect fit.Focus. Focus.“Mini-golf?”

Aha!A twitch of the lips, like he thinks I’m crazy.

He’s probably right.

“Great,” I murmur, “because I have the best cure for your brooding ailment. In case you’re wondering about what ailment I’m referring to . . .”

“I’m not.”

“You’re no fun.”

A real grin this time. Good Lord, he needs to warn a woman before unleashing that bad boy on humankind.Dangerously sexy.It’s all I can do not to grasp the collar of his dress shirt and beg him to reconsider—even though I won’t ever do that. I spent years begging Rick for scraps of attention. If I learned no other lesson from my marriage, it’s that begging gets you nothing. Not affection, not your freedom, and certainly not a divorce.

“I believe that’s why you’re offering me a cure,” Dominic replies, his voice still low, still growly, but not nearly as angry, “because I’m in need of some fun.”

He still hasn’t pocketed that smile of his, nor has he removed his arm from above my head. I’m entirely surrounded. By his heat, his masculine scent, by that smile that shines a little too bright and renders me mute.

Aware that my response is slow on the uptake, I laugh awkwardly. “You’re right.”Sorry, don’t mind me. I was just momentarily struck dumb by your smile.Squeezing my eyes shut, I recapture my equilibrium. “Sunday, 1 p.m. You and Topher are going mini-golfing together.”

I duck under his muscular arm before he can reject the offer.

“With Topher?” he asks my back, the curiosity evident in his voice.

I glance over my shoulder to stare at him. “My baby boy’s my secret weapon. There’s not a single day that he doesn’t make me almost pee myself laughing. If there’s anyone out there in the world that can make you ditch the pissed-off vibes, it’ll be him. Plus, how bad of a time can it possibly be? You’ll probably beat his score with your hands tied behind your back.”

“Levi, I don’t have—”

“You dragged me into a men’s bathroom, Dominic.”

He shifts his weight, then spirals the paper towel into the wastebasket.

A perfect shot.

Shocker.

“I did you a favor.”

I lift a brow. “Sure, but not until after you let me walk around like that for thirty minutes and didn’t say a word.”

The grin he gives me then makes me want to flick it right off his face, sexiness be damned. “Consider it karma for standing me up.”

“There’s something seriously wrong with you.”

“You’re not the first person to think so, Coach.” He says the nickname with emphasis, as though trying to redraw the lines between us. I wonder if it makes him feel any more in control than he did two seconds ago, when his fingers were brazenly caressing my face.

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