Page 157 of Skate the Line

He’s definitely going to make it a point to go now. I already see the challenge brewing.

“I’m good with my hands,” he says, walking toward me with a tube of toothpaste in his hand. “Something you already know.”

His eyes dart to my mouth, and I’m suddenly winded.

“Here’s your toothpaste, Sunshine.”

I reach forward. “Thank y?—”

A squeal rushes from the pit of my stomach. I’m suddenly flush with Rhodes, and he inhales deeply before pulling back, keeping a hold on my wrist. “Youdidlie.”

My eyes grow wide.

“Minty.” He leans closer. “Fresh.” He sniffs the air. “Breath.”

Oh no.

“Want to tell me what you’re actually doing here, Ms. Edwards?”

My breaths are choppy, and the room spins.

His throaty chuckle brushes against my neck. “Don’t be shy. Just tell me what you want.”

He pulls back and stares into my eyes while keeping a gentle grip on me, one arm around the small of my back, the other holding my wrist hostage. There’s a flirty glint in his eye, but the flickering of his jaw tells me that he’s just as hungry as I am.

“I don’t want you to think I’m a slut.” I wince when the word leaves my mouth. “This isn’t something I do, and with your past experience…”

Shock moves across his features. A line digs in between his eyebrows, and the vivid green color of his eyes darkens.

“That’s the last thing I’d think of you.” He sighs. “I touched you, and it did something to both of us.” His pupils dilate as he gives me a once-over. “Might as well get it out of our systems before one of us snaps.”

I relax into him, and his eyes flare.

“It doesn’t mean anything,” I state, letting him back me out of his bathroom.

He shakes his head and pushes me to sit on his bed. “Of course it doesn’t.”

“And we tell no one.” My legs spread slightly with the gentle push of his hands on the insides of my knees.

“Not a fucking soul,” he mutters, leaning over me. “I’d never live it down.”

Neither would I.

The soft glow of the moon is the only thing separating us.

Rhodes draws his lower lip into his mouth, and he stares at me from above.

I’ve never felt more desired in my entire life.

“You remember your safe word?” His voice is raspy and tight.

I peer up at him. “Dah.”

His mouth curves with my Russian.

My heart flies so fast it may take flight.

“Relax, Sunshine. I’ve got you.”

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