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“Happy now?”

I fought to keep my eyes open, because fuck me.

Fuck me.

“I wasn’t ready,” I mumbled, because—what the fuck justhappened?

“Tough shit,” Carter said, looking at me incredulously. “I’m notdoing it again.”

I pulled him toward me so swiftly his body bumped into minebecause I didn’t want him to see my face. My mind was in a whirl because… whatthe fuck just happened? What did he just do? And why? Yeah, it was a dare, but…a fucking dare? No, no, no, this was huge. Was he aware that what he just didcrossed the line of friendship, or heterosexuality for that matter? Since hewas gnawing at his lip, all red in the face, the same thoughts probablyoccupied his mind. Was he curious about things? Was that why he did it? Ormaybe he wanted to make fun of me? Tease me? Get back at me? God, what?

To test the waters, I pulled him closer to me, expecting him toresist it, but he merely rearranged his arm around my neck. When our barechests touched, he tensed up, but he didn’t pull away. I could feel his pecsagainst mine, his hard nipples grazing my skin. And I knew he felt it toobecause his breathing quickened, as did mine.

Something was happening between us. No doubt about it. And now Ifinally dared to ask, fuck, when did it not?

“Wrap your arms around my neck,” I said hoarsely, expecting him torefuse, only to feel his arms closing around me.

Fuck. Is this really happening?

“Does this feel good?” I asked him, caressing his back.

He merely nodded, making my breath hitch in my throat.

Do something.

“I like this,” I murmured. “I like to dance with you, Dom.”

When I realized he wasn’t running for the hills, I kept doingwhatever I was doing, and it felt as if I was putting my life on the line.Literally, it was live or die for me.

“I like to hold you like this,” I whispered in his ear. “I like tofeel your body against mine.”

I kissed his earlobe before wrapping my teeth around it and givingit a small, teasing tug that made him gasp. At that point, we stopped dancing.We just stood there with our arms wrapped around each other.A point of noreturn.I never fully understood that expression until that very moment.

“Don’t think,” I said, ignoring my heart that was five secondsaway from bursting out of my chest. “Just feel.”

Fuck it. Like any self-respectable gambler, I was all in. My chipswere in the middle of the table, and that pot was delectable, if slightly tooquiet.

Just push me away. Tell me to fuck off.

But he wouldn’t. He just stood there, giving me everything andnothing.

Ignoring the pre-cum soaking my briefs, I tilted my head to lookat him, but he lowered his gaze.

“Dominic,” I whispered, needing to see his face. “Please, look atme.”

He wouldn’t.

“Dom, please,” I murmured, cupping his jaw. “Regarde-moi.”

I was multilingual, but I knew that no language in the world couldmake him speak if he didn’t want to. And he didn’t want to.

Fuck.

I tipped his chin up with my finger, making him look at me, andthis time, surprisingly, he let me. Jungle greens met my gaze. Golden. Hot.Panicky.

Without a thought in my head, I brushed my lips against his. Withmy heart in my throat. With my life on the line. He sucked in a sharp breath,looking as if he had trouble keeping his eyes open, but he didn’t pull away. Iglanced at him before giving his lips another soft, teasing brush. When hiseyes closed, I parted his lips with my thumb and pressed my mouth to his.

For a moment, we were both motionless. For a moment, neither of usbreathed. Then our lips moved against each other. I half-way expected them tostop, but out lips kept moving… kissing.We were kissing.

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