Page 143 of How to Lose at Love

Good.

“What’s in it for me if I take off my bra and underwear?”

We both know I’m going to take off my bra and underwear, but that doesn’t mean I can’t make him work for it a bit.

“What’s in it for mesays the girl who’s come in my mouth.”

He has a valid point.

I tilt my head. “What do you want to see first? My…” I point to my pussy. “Or my boobs?”

His eyes are homed in on the thong between my legs. “Yes.”

I shake my head playfully. “Pick one.”

“Tits.”

Tits.

The word rolls off his tongue.

Normally I hate the sound of that word, but not from his lips, not when it’s directed at me because he makes me feel sexy and desired, not like an object.

Tits it is.

I unhook my bra, letting it drop to the floor at my feet.

I’m not shy, but I am modest, covering them despite the fact that Dallas has seen me naked before.

I do a little twirl to let him look his fill.

“I love your ass.” He’s doing that thing where he reaches across the bed trying to catch me and grab me so I’ll join him, forgetting that I’m in the middle of a striptease.

Way too impatient.

My hands leave my boobs and go to my hips; thumbs hook inside the band of my thong and tug, tug, until they’re down around my ankles.

“I can’t believe that’s still on your skin.”

I glance down, fingers tracing the KISS ME printed on my flesh that I drew there over two weeks ago with permanent marker. It’s fading for sure but still legible.

“Just glad it’s not bikini season.”

“The fact that you’d write that on your pussy is sexy as hell.”

Er.

Okay.

If that’s what he considers sexy, who am I to judge? And technically it’s above my pussy—or near it—not on it.

“It was either this or boner garage, and since I hadn’t had sex in a while, it couldn’t be classified as such.”

Dallas stares. “Would you get over here already? Before I lose my boner?”

He’s not going to lose his boner, but I climb onto the bed anyway, on all fours, toward him as if he were my prey. In reality, Dallas Colter is a big, cuddly teddy bear who’s not the least bit aggressive in the bedroom, happy to let me have my way.

He kisses me as soon as I’m lying next to him, my braid falling over my shoulder. When I go to undo the elastic band, his palm skims over my stomach.

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