Page 91 of You've Got Male

“I’ve thought of you every step of the way. Not just tonight. But every night. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Those big brown eyes widened in shock as she sucked in a breath, and he heard a hint of panic when she exhaled.

“You don’t have to say anything back,” he said. “I just believe that for this to work we need to be honest. And that was me being honest.”

“I don’t want to lose sight of what this is,” she said quietly.

He ran a hand up her arm to cup her cheek. “Just because this started as a ruse doesn’t mean that it can’t grow into something more.” He didn’t want to elaborate how much more this was becoming for him. He didn’t want to scare her off, which was why he’d avoided this conversation, but he also didn’t want her to think tonight was just about sex. “I like you, Evie.”

She released a whoosh of air. “I like you, too. But I’m just scared that this will become too much for both of us. Between you looking for a new job and me starting school, we have a lot resting on our ability to focus on what matters. I don’t want to lose sight of that.”

“What if we make each other a promise that this won’t interfere with our goals. And if it does, then we reassess the situation.”

“I like the sound of that,” she said and pressed the gentlest of kisses to his lips, then unwound her legs and stood. She slid her fingers through his, tugged him up, going on her toes to whisper against his lips, “Now, are you going to take me inside? Or is it my turn to take you?”

Without waiting to respond,shetookhim. In the house, upstairs, down the hallway and,thank God, to her bed, which they both fell onto in a tangle of arms and legs—their mouths never parting. They didn’t even come up for air. Jonah was surprised that neither one of them passed out along the way from hyperventilation.

He never knew that talking it out could be such a turn-on. Hell, after this talk he was going to become a master communicator—maybe even buy a few books on the topic. The kind that you dog-ear and use a highlighter on—because this was, by far, the best conversation he’d ever had. Deep, intense, passionate, a real give-and-take kind of situation.

There was also heat—enough heat to cause a backdraft the second they came in contact with common sense. Because beneath the fire was a whole hell of a lot of emotion. And it wasn’t an unreciprocated kind of thing. Oh no, Evie was eating up the air between them as if she, too, couldn’t stand the distance.

Her pulse pounded beneath his lips as he kissed his way down her neck, to the gentle slope that had her back arching off the bed.

Her favorite spot, he’d come to learn. Well, her second favorite spot. Her first favorite was—he ran his hands down her torso and lower and—jackpot.

“Jonah,” she moaned, and rolled her hips so that they pushed against his hand. Even through the thin cotton of her shorts he could feel how wet she was.

“Lift up, baby,” he said and when she did, her shorts—these flimsy little cotton things with a drawstring and nothing else holding them on—slid down her legs. Just like he knew they would.

Today’s thong wasn’t blue, but a soft pink and was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He’d bet it would look great between herass cheeks.

“Roll over, sunshine.”

“Like this?” She turned until she was on her knees and her back was to him. Looking over her shoulder, she gave a little shimmy of the hips. Yeah, it looked magnificent.

“Pink is my new favorite color,” he said.

“You might want to see what’s beneath door number two. It could just become your new favorite.”

His gaze lifted, and his mouth immediately watered. Could he be so lucky? How had he not noticed before? Her shirt was fitted and white and did little to disguise the gentle curve of her glorious breasts. Her bra-less breasts begged to be admired, leaving him with a one-track mind.

Her tits.

The shape, the weight, the way they’d feel as he worshipped them, toyed with them, sucked them into his mouth, nipped at her peaked nipples.

He had several entry options.

Pray for X-ray vision so he could see them right then. Then again, he already had a superpower, and it was his mouth—he didn’t want to be greedy.

Secondly, he could dispose of her shirt as efficiently as possible—one, two, over the head and sailing across the room, leaving her breathtakingly bare. Thirdly, he could slowly lift it, exposing every inch of silky skin between her belly button and collarbone. That option led to two more. Leave it tucked beneath her arms, trapping her with it—like they didn’t have the time to go any further. Or—and he was kind of partial to this one—lifting it over her head and tying it around her hands and securing them to her headboard.

Then again, he could also pour water all over her glorious body and let the thin fabric do what it was created to do.

“You okay?” She chuckled.

“You got any water?”

“The shower.”

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