Page 13 of Vixen's Guide to Christmas
He puts the phone down, but neither of us move much. I can tell the night’s coming to an end, but like before, I don’t want it to. But the next step is to ask him to come back to my place, andI’m not going to be the one to bring that up. I won’t say no if he does, but there’s enough of Katherine still controlling the wheel to let me know I need to pump the brakes, at least until I know we’re on the same page.
“I should tell you one more thing,” he says, his words barely a whisper as his hand rubs aimlessly on my arm.
“What’s that?”
“I don’t share.”
I sit up so I can look at him, because that one I wasn’t ready for. “You don’t share? Like food? Because that’s a good one to tell me, because I steal french fries regularly.”
He laughs, but shakes his head, as he brings me back in. “I guess the better way to say it is that I’m a pretty selfish bastard.”
Oh. That is a red flag. “How so?”
If he brought me in any closer, I’d be on his lap. Which I wouldn’t be mad about. Not in the least bit. “What I mean is, that when I'm with a woman, I want her all to myself. I don't like to share.”
I know what he said earlier about cheating, but just hearing the slight growl to his voice, and the octave that it dropped, I have a feeling he’s talking about more than monogamy. And while I agree with him, I still want to have some fun and rile him up.
“I heard sharing is caring.”
Grayson’s eyes heat at words. “I don’t share, Kat, but not in the way you’re thinking. What I mean is that when I make a woman scream, yes, it’s for her. Every time. But it’s for me, as well. Because there is nothing, and I meannothing, sexier than watching a woman come apart because of me. So when I say I'm selfish, it’s because I want it all for myself. Every last drop. Every scream. Every breath. Just for me.”
Oh my…
I’ve heard of men like this. Though, I was beginning to think they were made up, like Santa Claus or Rudolph. He might’ve started this conversation about red flags, but if what he’s saying is true, the only flag anyone will be waving is a white one in surrender.
His fingers are slowly tracing the side of my cheek before pushing back a lock of hair. “That sound good, Kat?”
I nod, doing my best to gather my words when all I want to do is become putty in his hands. “It does. But I need some clarification.”
“Ask away.”
“I’m going to assume from this conversation, that you’re a giver,” I say as I let my fingers start aimlessly tracing up and down his arm. “The problem is, so am I. How’s that going to work? Because while sharing is caring, my love language is acts of service. And I really,really, love to serve.”
I know he thought he had me with his comment about not sharing. And don’t get me wrong, he absolutely did. But the way he’s looking at me right now? Lust and heat and desire pooling in his hazel eyes? I think I might’ve just been crowned the champ.
“Kat…”
Our foreheads are now touching. I could move ever so slightly and I’d feel his lips on mine.
And I want to, but not yet. Because if I start now, I don't know if I’ll be able to stop.
“Yes, Grayson?”
“Want to keep this night going?”
I love how this question has evolved over the night between us. I also love that we both know the answer.
“Your place or mine?”
guide to christmas (and love) rule #20
Every woman’s Christmas list should include a six-foot man with perfect facial scruff who can make you…excited.
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The answer was neither place.The answer was a four-star hotel two blocks away, because the wait time for a ride share was more than twenty minutes, and frankly, that was just too long to wait.
