Page 60 of Let Me Say It Again

“You’re still not going to talk to me?” Red asked, rinsing off his electric toothbrush before packing it up along with his water flosser while I still brushed.

Who the heck brought one of those on vacation anyway? Wait. Could you call this a vacation? Me, I brought a disposable toothbrush so I had less stuff to pack for the trip home. Don’t worry. Up until this point, I’d only used my intelligence for good.

Anyway, back to the matter of Red’s question. I pulled my hair back with my hand, so I could bend down and spit without wearing it, and finally acknowledged his words. “Let’s see. You just now decided to answer the question I asked you when the ceremony was starting. I’m brushing my teeth. I heard you. I heard how your meeting with Mark went, and now I’m spitting.” I brought water from the faucet to my mouth and gargled before spitting again, this time a line of saliva dangling on my chin.

Red groaned. “I wish that was from something else.”

I cleaned myself up, put the toothbrush away, and washed my hands. “I don’t gag or drool when I give head,” I admitted, matter-of-factly. No reason to mince words. “Don’t know ifyou’ve noticed, but I have somewhat of a big mouth, and I swallow just fine.”

“Oh, I’ve noticed,” Red murmured, looking off to the side.

“I heard that,” I snapped, shooting him a deadly look.

He grinned. “If I wanted it to be a secret, I would have kept it to myself.” Then he tapped the counter and raked a hand through his hair. “I’m going to bed.”

Spinning around, I grabbed him by the arm to stop him. Immediately it felt like a jolt of electricity shot through my body. I flitted my eyes between my hand on his forearm and his eyes, which were staring intently at me.

I felt charged, and all the electricity suddenly landed right in my vagina because it was throbbing. Hard. “We have no choice.”But to sleep together because I’m going to die from my needs not being met.

He cocked a brow. “Come again?”

What again? I would have loved to come once tonight. See, yet another reason I didn’t like to share a bed. You couldn’t bring any reinforcements (read: toys) to handle matters. And, no, my own fingers never seemed to do the job, so that wasn’t an option.

I cleared my throat, pulling my hand away from his arm so I could think clearer. “I just mean, we have no choice but to continue acting like we’re engaged.” I swallowed and tried to ignore the fact that my lips were dry because if I licked them, I knew it’d grab his attention, and then I’d have no willpower. I’d pounce him like a vampire desperate to keep themselves fed. Vampires didn’t exist, but you got the idea. I was famished for Red. I wanted his lips on mine, sucking mine, nipping and tugging my bottom lip until it was raw and swollen.

What.

Was.

Wrong.

With.

Me?

“Right,” Red replied, scanning my face for some hidden meaning.

Sorry, buddy, but I had a steely facial expression when I wanted to. You were never going to be able to read me and know that I wanted—

Red was gentle, slow in his pursuit at first, brushing his lips across mine, trying to make sure I wanted this, too, and that he didn’t misread my signals. I didn’t think I was giving him any signals, but maybe he read me better than I thought he could.

When he realized I wasn’t pulling away, he entangled his hands in my hair as his tongue shot out to trace my lower lip, licking it once, twice.

I couldn’t take this slow stuff for another second. Using my tongue to signal what I really wanted—greedy, fast, and hot—I darted it out and glided it over his.

Catching on, he met me greediness for greediness, hunger for hunger, and intensity for intensity. The tip of his tongue danced with mine before he opened his mouth wide enough to allow me to be sucked into his mouth. If you looked too quick, you wouldn’t know where my mouth started and his ended.

Placing a hand between us, I let my hand wander up his shirt and graze his chest, loving the way his sculpted abs rippled and how they felt beneath my palm.

Knowing it was going to be near impossible for either of us to stop, he removed his hand from my hair and cupped either side of my hips, holding on tight and hoisting me up on the bathroom counter.

The bathroom counter wasn’t nearly large enough to have sex. I’d hit the back of my head on the mirror so many times I’d wind up with a concussion.

I tried to think rationally and let the fog of desire for Red clear away a bit before pressing the palm of my hand down onhis chest and pulling away slightly. He got the signal and ended things fully, backing away and running a hand along his jawline.

“All those kisses we put on for show are child’s play compared to what we do in private,” he said, his eyes wide as he looked a bit boggled. “I don’t want to make you keep pretending.”

Wait, what? That was out of the blue, and if I was being honest, it rattled me. I did not see that one coming. If you had, giving a girl a heads-up would have been nice. “What do you mean?” I brought my hand to my lips and touched where his once were, wanting nothing more than to tell him to get his ass over here so we could do that all over again, but this time not stop. I refrained, though. “Red, I want to do this.”

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