Page 11 of A Slice of Love

“What?” He grins, his eyes dancing with a mixture of amusement and desire. “Fantasize about your ankles?”

“No.” I laugh, shaking my head. “I like it when you say…thatword.”

He frowns. “You shouldn’t, Frank.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re good. Good girls don’t cuss, and they definitely don’t like boys who do.”

Good girl—I hate that it’s who I’ve become because of who my parents are, because of their influence. It’s frustrating because I am not them.

I’mme.

And Jonas knowsme.

Which means right now, with him, I don’t have to hide. I don’t have to worry about his judgments.

Dragging my hand up from his shoulder, my fingers crash through his thick hair, pulling on the strands just like he pulled on mine. I’ve wanted to touch him for months, and now I can.

Using him as leverage, I drag myself closer to him, relishing the feel of him between my legs. There’s a tiny voice inside my head screaming at me that I shouldn’t find this pleasurable, but I shut it out quickly.

Idofind this pleasurable.

Verymuch so, in fact.

So much that I move again.

“Christ, Frank.” He slams his eyes shut, hissing at the contact, and his hands fall back to my hips, holding me tightly like he wants to pull me closer but keep me at bay all at once.

I lean into him, letting my lips hover just above his, so close I can feel our mouths brushing against one another with each heavy breath we take.

“Well, I guess I’m no good girl then, because Idefinitelylike boys who cuss.”

“Fuck,” he mutters, and I laugh, because I don’t think he did it on purpose; it’s just a natural reaction for him.

“What does that make me now, Jonas?”

“Good. Still good.”

“Would a good girl invite you up to her room?”

His eyes snap open, and the first thing I notice is the burning fire churning in his verdant green gaze.

“Are you sure?”

I bob my head up and down. “I’m sure.”

He doesn’t waste another second. Holding on to me tightly, he pushes us off the couch and races up the stairs.

“Which room?”

“Why are you running? I didn’t say we’re having sex.”

His eyes widen.

“Well, at least not right now.”

His steps falter and we nearly go tumbling to the floor. He catches himself on the wall, glaring down at me. With a grin, I shimmy down his body, dropping back onto my feet but still holding on to his big shoulders.

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