Page 14 of The Playboy

She laughed. “You’re ridiculous. A kiss? That’s not going to prove anything to me.”

“You say that now, but I assure you, you’ve never felt lips like mine.”

She crossed her ankles, her legs stilling. “What if I fall from your arms?”

“Something tells me that’s not what you’re afraid of …”

The tides were changing.

The control shifting.

She was listening. Hearing.

Fantasizing—I could see it on her face.

I’d already told her I had rhythm. Now, she was filling in the blanks.

Emotion swept through her eyes before she said, “You honestly think you can convince me to sleep with you just by pressing your mouth against mine?”

“I don’t think. Iknow.”

And my fucking body was already prepared. The hardness practically exploding in my pants. The desire raging through my fingers.

“I busted you looking up my dress the second you got over here. Do you think you’ve earned my trust?”

“I wanted to see what I’d soon be licking.”

Her head gradually shook back and forth. “What are you …”

What.

Not who.

Even her word choices were interesting.

“I’m a man who wants to rock your world.”

“I must be nuts.”

“Because you’re considering it? No.” I chuckled. “You just want to finally experience someone who’s going to put you first.”

“No, I must be nuts because I’m still talking to you. But, sidenote, you know nothing about my past.”

In a sense, she was right. But I’d picked up on cues, and I’d listened.

“What I know is that you thought I was prince-ish, which tells me that you’ve never had a man lift you into his arms or buy you drinks or spoil the shit out of you. That gives me the assumption that when it came to fucking, they were just as selfish.”

“You’re going to change that?”

“Baby, if you were listening to the thoughts in my head right now, you’d be wetter than you already are.” The term of endearment was needed. And just as she attempted to reply, I cut her off with, “Don’t try to convince me you’re not. I know you are.”

“You must be a magician to be able to see through my panties.”

“I have the nose of a dog, and I can smell you in the air.” I drained the rest of my vodka and placed the empty back on the floor. “Don’t make either of us wait any longer.”

She moved to the edge of the stage. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“I can.” I lifted my arms and held them toward her. “I’ve got you. Jump when you’re ready.”

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