Page 61 of Tempt

“What’s wrong with your pores?”

“Nothing, now.”

I reach for her chin and turn her toward me. “Nothing, ever.”

I can’t see a damn thing wrong with her nose.

Or her face.

Or her body.

Her shoulder is bare and smooth, and I want to run my lips over it to see if she’s as soft as she looks.

I shift closer, knocking the near-empty popcorn bowl with my knee.

She notices for the first time the dent I put in her snack. “Figured you guys would’ve gotten dinner.”

“We did.”

“You’re still hungry?” One knee is wedged between us, her other leg dangling off the side of the couch. “I could make you something.”

My gaze drags down her body, lingering on the curve of her breasts under her tank, the shape of her legs, her painted toenails.

“It’s not food I’m hungry for.”

Her expression fills with awareness. Anticipation.

Kat smiles slowly, looking way calmer than I feel. “I remembered something about the other night. About that tattoo I owe you.”

“Yeah.”

“You said I could put it anywhere.”

Fuck.

Me.

There’s no room for oxygen, only desire and adrenaline and whatever spell she’s casting on me that’s bigger than both.

“You pick a spot, you let me know.”

Her hands trail down my shoulders to my chest, like she’s assessing the landscape.

“Kat…”

“Shh. I’m checking out my options.”

I love her touching me.

I don’t ever want her to stop.

Her fingers trail up to my face, my cheek. My mouth.

I want to taste her again. To see if it’s as good as I remember, and to etch it in her memory.

If I only get to kiss her once more, she’s going to be thinking of it every night like I am.

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