Page 82 of Hero for the Holidays

“I was an idiot. I was young. And I don’t even remember that.”

“I do. In detail. Because I remember all of it. I remember how much you wanted me. I remember how much I wanted you.”

And she felt herself getting wet now. She felt that tug of arousal between her thighs, felt like she’d been shot clean through with an arrow.

It was disturbing. He was damned disturbing.

Also, it was the hottest thing she’d experienced in over thirteen years. So she wasn’t rushing to get away.

“We agreed this was a bad idea.”

“We are not known for making great decisions with each other.”

“No, we aren’t,” she said. “Which is why it should be a no.”

And she shouldn’t be excited by it. This little detour from the straight and narrow. But dammit all if Landry didn’t tempt her, and if he didn’t make temptation seem like an event in and of itself.

“Maybe. But I’m staying over here. I’m keeping my hands to myself.”

“Bastard.”

That bastard Landry King.

“You’re so pretty. I haven’t let myself really look at you for quite a while.”

She felt a hitch of offense in her chest. She wanted to push at him. Push against that.

“Really?” she asked. “I look at you all the time. It’s fascinating. Because I know your body. I know it better than I know my own. But I also know that you’ve changed. You’re not a kid anymore. I wonder all the ways in which you might be different.”

“There you go,” he said, his voice husky. “That’s the Fia I know. Never back down from a challenge.”

She met his gaze. “Are you hard?”

He growled, turning to face her, his full focus on her now. Arousal in his blue eyes. “Yes.”

“Good.”

He didn’t look down. Didn’t look away. Didn’t look ashamed.

“Are you wet for me, Fia?”

She tried not to look shocked. She tried to keep her eyes on his.

“Yes,” she said, squeezing her thighs together and shifting her hips.

“Good. When you get back home tonight, I want you to go upstairs, take off all your clothes, and get in bed. Open your thighs wide and touch yourself. Use your fingers. Think about me.”

She bit the inside of her cheek. “What if I use a vibrator?”

He let his head fall back. “Yeah. Do that. You got a big one?”

She smiled, even though she felt like she was being tortured. “I didn’t see any point downgrading myself from my real-life lover.”

“So it’s big, then.”

Yes, it was. And she had always felt like she deserved the indulgence. Because she might not have wanted to go out and find another lover, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have a sex drive. She had a decent one, thank you.

“Does that mean I can demand that you take a shower and move your hands all over your own body?” she asked. “Wrap your hand around yourself and imagine that you’re inside me?”

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