Page 220 of Lovers' Dance

“Me too,” I whispered back.

He kissed me once more, then pulled away, constantly scanning for interruptions in the form of my family.

“I haven’t wanked this much since I was a teenager,” he muttered, voice strained with sexual frustration.

“Matt,” I hissed, trying to fight my laughter.

“What? It’s the truth, poppet. Tuesday was ages ago—”

“It’s only Thursday,” I advised tongue-in-cheek.

“As I said,” he replied, while slipping a hand inside the waist band of my pyjama bottoms. “Ages ago.”

I tugged his hand out and wagged a finger at him. “Think of this as a character-building exercise. I did when we were dating.” I used air quotations for the word ‘dating.’

Matt’s eyes darkened to a sensuous chrome silver. “The next time we’re alone, I’m tying you to the bed with your legs wide open, then I’m—”

I clasped my hand over his mouth, muffling the words he uttered. Damn. Matt had a way with words. My breathing was no longer even as he gave me the look. It was the one where I knew he was considering the delightful things he could do to me. That look was lethal.

“If I take my hand away, you’ll behave, right?”

Matt shrugged his shoulders and I could feel his grin against the palm of my hand.

“Morning,” Jenny called from the doorway. “Happy Thanksgiving, Matt.”

Crap, we hadn’t been paying attention to our lookout duties. Had she seen his hand down my bottoms? I needed to remind her snitches got stitches.

Matt reluctantly stepped away from me and smiled at my younger cousin. “Good morning, Jenny, and Happy Thanksgiving to you, too.”

Jenny sauntered into the sitting room. Wait a goddamn minute.Was she shaking her ass?There was a lot more boob sticky-out-ness than required for a simple walk.

“Is this your first Thanksgiving, Matt?” she asked pleasantly, going over to the couch where she bent over slightly to straighten the cushions. It was instinctive, I knew that. Aunt Cleo had a thing about her cushions being straight. If any one of us saw them askew, we automatically fixed them. Why was I suddenly regarding my cousin with jealous suspicion? Her jammies consisted of a pink spaghetti strap cotton vest with matching bottoms that were ridingwaytoo low on her hips. Wasn’t she wearing underwear?

She turned to smile widely at us as Matt answered her question.

“I’ve been in the States during Thanksgiving before, but that was spent working. Today will be my first proper Thanksgiving celebration.”

“Cool,” she replied.

I folded my arms over my less ample boobies and arched an eyebrow at her. My cousin was a flirt, had been since the age of fifteen.

“Are you looking forward to meeting the rest of my family?” she continued, mincing over to the armchair where she picked up the PS4 games before putting them in their rightful place. This brought on another slight bending of her body, and I could see the lack of panty lines. She was commando under those bottoms.

“Matt, why don’t you go say hello to everyone else? And get something to eat while you’re in there,” I said. Matt nodded, winked at me, then wandered away leaving me and my little cousin alone.

“Cool?” I mocked.

“What?” she said with innocent eyes, twisting a bit of her hair. Jenny was rocking her natural locks.

“Happy Thanksgiving, Matt.” I mimicked her tone. “Why don’t you look at my ass while I fix these cushions? Girl, do you want me to put my foot up your ass? And wasn’t it last night when I came back from my walk that you and Jamal ganged up on me? Telling me I was Matt’s temporary walk on the dark side?”

“Pssh.” She waved her hand in the air and went over to straighten the curtains by the windows. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, and it’s not my fault you ain’t got no ass.” She proceeded to jiggle said ass while grinning toothily at me. I had to laugh at her, my previous annoyance disappearing on a wave of amusement. Jenny was simply Jenny.

“You’re an idiot,” I said between giggles.

“Pow,” she said, popping the left side of her butt. “Kapow.” She did the right side. We laughed together as she began to gyrate and shake her ass like a pro.

“Jennifer.” Aunt Cleo’s sharp voice had us both freezing. Unfortunately for Jenny, she had one foot on the arm of the sofa and was bent over with her butt out on display.

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