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“Yeah. Top shelf,” I told her as Lucy kept her eyes on mine.

“I grabbed the men some beers,” Winter called out, leaving the kitchen with her arms full of drinks.

Lucy tightened her gaze at me and leaned against the counter as my sister left the kitchen.

“I haven’t agreed to your offer,” I told her.

She looked surprised. “It wasn’t an offer. It was a deal we made.”

I smiled and shook my head. “I never agreed to it. I don’t know if it’s something I want to do.”

“You most certainly did agree to it.” She pursed her lips into a deep frown. “You can’t go back on the deal. I’m counting on you. A verbal agreement counts in this state as much as a written one.”

Heat flamed through her gaze, which only made me smile wider.

“I walked out of your house without giving you an answer.”

“You told me you’d pick me up for today’s dinner.”

“Which is not agreeing to your offer,” I muttered, feeling an ache in my chest.

There was nothing I wanted more than to show her the ropes she wanted to explore and taste her lips and feel her body under mine and on top of mine and next to mine. The thought made me hard, and the idea of losing her made my chest ache and my stomach burn.

The whole thing was horrible and completely uncharted territory.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be with her. I’d been thinking about her nonstop since she reached over the table to throttle my neck. It was that I couldn’t bear the thought of any other man having her after me.

She looked pained and shrugged. “Fine. I’m not going to force you to sleep with me.”

She was always so confident, but I caught a waver in her voice.

And before I knew what came over me, I closed the gap between us and slid my hands along the back of her head, her hair coiling around my fingers. With every flick of her eyelids and pouty expression staring up at me, the pressure building in me was more than I could handle. I needed this woman, and I certainly didn’t want to hurt her in the process.

Her cheeks flushed when I dropped my eyes to her mouth.

“Damn it, Lucy. Fine. If it’s the only way I can have you, I’ll do it.”

The need running between us was thrumming through the air, and without a wasted second, my mouth found hers, and a tender moan escaped her lips. I hardened instantly as she moved up against me and kissed me. I wanted her so badly, I physically hurt, and there wasn’t a goddamn thing I could do about it with a house full of friends and family.

But I knew at the end of this game, one of us was going to get hurt, and it wouldn’t be her.

Chapter Sixteen

Third Base

Lucy

My lips wouldn’t stop tingling, and I couldn’t tell whether it was from the hot wings or the kiss with Shep in the kitchen. No one saw it, and I prayed no one heard it.

Out of nowhere, I’d moaned.

Moaned from a kiss!

What was wrong with me around this man?

I felt my cheeks warm again as I thought about the heat of his kiss, the sweet taste of peppermint, and the woodsy and lemony smell that just made me want to fall into his arms.

All from a smart selection of body wash?

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