Page 32 of Imagine Me and You

Now that she knew just how sexy he was.

“I’m suddenly hungry for dessert,” she said, realizing she’d gone a little Marilyn Monroe.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said. “I am. And if you have to ask, I’m not doing a very good job.”

He smiled and her heart did that thing again. Then he stood from his spot at the table and crossed to where she was sitting, kneeling in front of her and taking both her hands in his, his eyesintent on hers. “You have been seducing me since the moment I first met you. Pick-up lines appreciated but not required.”

“I...” She blinked, trying to soothe suddenly stinging eyes. “How do you do that?”

“How do I do what?”

“How do you make me feel like I’m the only woman in the world?”

“Because you’re the only one that matters.”

She breathed out hard, fighting against the intense emotion rising in her chest. She didn’t want to cry. There was no reason to cry. Jace was her friend so he was saying nice things. He was her lover so they were extra mushy.

That was all.

Nothing deeper.

“We should do dishes,” she said. “I mean, before dessert.”

He reached up and brushed his thumb over the corner of her mouth before straightening. “You really do know how to talk dirty to me. By talking clean.”

“I know my audience,” she said. “Most guys aren’t so excited about putting their hands in warm soapy water.”

“If you were in it, any guy would be.”

“Oh...” Her cheeks heated. “Well, you...you…”

“Yeah. And you.”

He was being gooey. And looking at her funny.

“You know,” she said, “I’m easy where you’re concerned. You don’t have to try this hard.”

“I’m just being honest.”

“Okay.”

She started running hot water out of the tap, scrubbing at the bowl idly with her thumb before realizing what she was doing. And then she realized he wasn’t yelling at her. And that was weird.

“I’m washing the bowl with my thumb,” she said, studying his face closely. “My thumb, Jace. I petted Poppy with these hands earlier. I grabbed your ass. This thumb was involved in said ass-grabbing.”

He shrugged and smiled. “It’s going to go in the dishwasher.”

She squinted at him. “Are you high?”

“Never once in my life.”

“No. You’re too much of a control freak. Which is why I am suspicious of you now.”

“I’m fine. I’m...” He looked down at her hand. “You did stick your hand down my pants.”

“Yeah.”

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