Page 12 of Stuck with Me

“Most guys don’t mind my smart mouth. Especially when they learn how skilled it is,” I tease. His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat, and I squeeze my thighs together as his hooded eyes take me in. “But to answer your question, no, I don’t have a boyfriend at the moment.”

“Shocker,” he snickers.

“Ya know what? Fuck you. I’m a nice person. People like me and I like them. But I can say without a fucking doubt, Mr. Moretti, I don’t like you.” We lock eyes and a wave of heat rushes at my body like a Mac truck.

“Rest assured, Kit-Kat, the feeling is mutual.”

“Kit-Kat?” I lift my brows.

“Yeah. When I came into your café today…you had that bag of mini Kit-Kat bars.” He shrugs.

The nickname is annoying. But at the same time, it ignites my hormones like a lit match to a can of gasoline. And this feels like a fire I won’t be able to put it.

Or maybe worse—won’twantto put out.

I lean across the table again, not breaking eye contact with him. “We can stop playing this game anytime.”

“And what game is that?” he drawls, his growly voice scraping against my sensitive skin.

“The one where we’re pretending to care about the other person and their life.”

He inches closer, tilting his head slightly. “Are you sure that’s the game we’re playing?”

The air grows thick between us. “I can’t possibly think of another one?”

“No? Because I thought we were playing the game of who was going to cave first and ask the other one if they want to get out of here?”

“Ha!” I burst. “You’ve got some balls on you, Mr. Cabin-Stealer.”

I swipe my beer off the table and chug it.

He does the same. But we don’t take our eyes off one another while we do. The pull between us is intense.

He shrugs and licks his lips while he sets the empty bottle on the table. “You ain’t ever seen a pair like this before.”

His comebacks are impressive, I’ll give him that. Not many men can banter with me and keep up.

“In my experience, if a man brags about his nuts, there’s not a whole helluva lot to say about the size of his cock.”

This shuts him up for a moment. His eyes widen and his jaw pops. He glances over his shoulder as he swipes a hand across the back of his neck.

“I can assure you, Kit-Kat, my cock is like a heavy-duty 12-gauge, and it never disappoints.”

I swallow the lump in my throat. “Better holster it, cowboy. Because the only weapon you’re going to be using this week is your mouth, while you try and talk me into giving up the cabin. And I can already tell you, it’s not gonna fucking happen.”

“My mouth can be pretty persuasive.”

“Doubtful.”

“I have a plan to make you an offer you won’t be able to refuse.”

“I’m like my grandma in a lot of ways, Mr. Moretti, but I can promise you, I’m not gonna roll over and thank my lucky stars that a smooth-talking cowboy has offered me a quick roll in the hay and a buttload of money.”

“That’s funny, I never said anything about a roll in the hay.” He passes me an amused grin. “And for the record, Kit-Kat, it wouldn’t be quick.”

Warmth pools between my legs and for the second time today, I’m sure my undies are wet. “I mean, you did say it’s been a while.”

His lips twitch and I can’t help but smile.

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