Page 179 of Pretty Little Lies

I got it.

But Cairo is too fucking smart for his own good and mine.

“I’m not back with Levi,” I state lamely. “We’re just—” Cairo presses his chest into mine before his fingers gingerly wrap underneath the bottom of my jaw.

“What do you want, Bay?” The pad of his thumb brushes along my heated skin and I’m locked in a trance by just his touch alone. “Were you thinking that I was going to want a victory fuck and decided to give yourself up to me?”

“I…” Memories of Cairo watching me as his best friends drove and licked every part of my skin sends a violent shiver straight down to my core.

“It’s gonna take more than Torin and Reeve panting over you for me to even consider fucking you, South Shore. I’m not looking for complications and Wallace is a pitbull that I don’t want to have to shoot.”

“You wouldn’t,” I blurt out because I’ve seen how Cairo handles Levi and it’s impressive. The dude looks like he could literally not give two shits about how anyone feels about him.

“You keep him on your side of the fence, and we won’t have any problems.”

“He’s not gonna make a move on you.”

“And you’re so confident that I should just believe you.”

“No. But you’re not on the radar because there’s literally nothing you have that anyone wants.”

“Really? What does that include exactly? Because I just got myself a Titan seat.”

“Levi already has one of those.”

“I was talking about you.” His focus falls right to my lips and I still. “What is it about me that you don’t want?”

“How much time do you have?”

“As much as I want. No one is going to come searching for me, because they already think I’m balls deep inside you right now to celebrate my victory.”

“Yeah, we got it,” I carp back. “You won. I saw it.”

“I know it’s not my confidence that’s a turn-off,” Cairo divulges. “You like the cocky asshole look.”

“Maybe it’s because you’re a straight prick.”

“Maybe, or is that the reason?” he presses on as if he truly gives a shit. “I just want to make sure I’m clear.”

“If you’d save gas on your big-ass mouth, you might be able to do something productive with it.”

“I couldn’t agree more, Little T.” Then he uses said body part to kiss me stupid in the next second, showing off what else he can do with it when he’s not comping an attitude with me.

His lips are drenched in warm blood—myex’sblood—as he demands my mouth to move with his. The brush of his tongue glides along the seam of my mouth, not waiting to warm me up to this idea or not.

However, that doesn’t stop the immediate burning sensation in my body that plainly surrenders to him. The way my spine arches into him for more contact, and I don’t miss the feral growl escaping Cairo’s throat when our tongues finally touch and mangle into a battle of wills and sheer lust.

It’s one of those moments when you’re in disbelief that it’s happening, and you wonder if you’re creating it all in your head. I wait for reality to set it and for Cairo to be popping off at the mouth, but he captures and captivates me with this kiss.

Like a king.

And just like a royal who has self-restraint and will flowing casually through his veins, Cairo breaks the kiss, leaving behind a panting and dizzy mess behind which is me.

“Thanks for the victory kiss, Little T,” he mutters, voice ragged from what we’ve just done. “I’ll let Reeve and Torin know where you’re at.”

And then he’s gone.

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