Page 108 of A Little Tempting

“I do,” she whispers. “It’s…”

“What is it?”

“I’ve only kissed a very small handful of guys, Reeves.” She wets her bottom lip, her breathing growing more and more shallow with every passing second. “And even though we kind of explored our chemistry the last time we were in this room, I feel like right now might be different.” Her teeth dig into the inside of her cheek. “Might be…more? Or maybe, I’m… I don’t know. It isn’t the point, though. My point is, with you, I…I don’t know what your expectations are.”

I pull back, surprised by her honesty. “I have no expectations.”

“Every guy has expectations.”

“Okay,” I concede. “Let’s lay them out for you, then. I expect you to tell me how you feel. What you like and what you don’t like. What makes you uncomfortable—if anything,” I clarify. “And if or when you want me to stop, I expect you to communicate with me.”

“I don’t, uh, I don’t always do well with communication.” She pauses, running her fingers through her hair as she pushes it away from her face. “Is that weird? What am I saying? Of course, it’s weird. It’smewe’re talking about.”

“Not weird, Dylan.”

“Debatable.”

With my knuckle, I lift her chin. “Does this feel weird? My hands on you?” Her lids flutter slightly, though I doubt she even realizes it, so I push, “Answer the question.”

“If I say yes, will you stop?”

I nod.

“Then no, it’s not weird.”

My lips twitch. “You’re lying.”

“You said if I tell you the truth, you’ll stop.”

“Tell me the truth,” I murmur.

She closes her eyes and lets out an exasperated sigh. “Yes, it’s weird, but not for the reason you think.”

“Care to expand?”

“Thanks to my lack of experience, any guy touching me would be weird,” she admits. “But it doesn’t feelwrong, so…”

I nod again, enjoying the torture she’s putting me through way more than I should. “Do you trust me?”

“Should I trust you?” she counters.

“Probably not.” My lips tilt up. “But we’ve come this far, right?” Shifting closer, I whisper, “Does this feel wrong?”

She shakes her head in my gentle grasp, causing her silky skin to skate along my knuckle as she stares up at me, those doe eyes wreaking havoc on my restraint. She’s fucking silk, and I want to wrap myself up in her.

“What are you thinking?” she whispers.

“I’m thinking I want to kiss you.”

“Anything else?”

My mouth twitches again. “I’m thinking you’re awfully chatty right now.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“It’s ayouthing,” I joke.

“Isthatbad?” she repeats.

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