Page 67 of Hot Ice, Tennessee

I wasn’t going to hold back the truth.

His eyes flared for just a moment and I couldn’t help but enjoy seeing that reaction out of him.

“And how did that go?”

“Badly.”

“No one wanted to fuck?”

I shook my head. “Actually, it seemed like one guy did want to. But I didn’t want him.”

Jesse bit his lower lip. “Why not?”

“Because he wasn’tyou,” I growled, the truth finally slipping out of me. “If you’re trying to ruin me for other men this summer, congratulations.”

He hummed, apparently satisfied with that answer. “I don’t want to ruin you. I just like being with you. Is that wrong?”

“Yes.”

He puffed out a laugh. “Don’t be cute right now. I’m too drunk to resist it.”

“What are you even trying toresist?You’re the one who made me come home with you—”

“Didn’t make you. You could have told me to fuck off and waltzed inside the bar, but you didn’t, cowboy.”

My cock throbbed. “Maybe you’re right.”

“Can’t handle you when you’re cute,” Jesse continued, his forehead coming down to rest on mine. “Only known you for a little while and you make me…wantthings.”

I let out a breath. “I don’t think it’s a secret that you want to fuck, Jesse.”

He sucked his lower lip into his mouth, then let it go. “Well, maybe you make me want other things, too.”

His voice was uncharacteristically gentle when he said it. Almostsweet.

He was usually all hunger and heat and passion, but I swore I was almost getting the Jesse Sanocki version of romance, right now.

And that did something to my heart that I really,reallycouldn’t resist.

I sucked in air, tucking my fingers under the hem of his shirt and gripping against his waist, feeling the warmth of his skin.

“Why did you tell Kane you were with me?” I asked.

“Because it’s the truth.”

“You realize he would knock my teeth out if he thought I was hooking up with you?”

He let out a frustrated groan. “Who cares?”

I puffed out a nervous laugh, shifting on the gravel driveway. “Listen, I know you don’t care what your brother thinks. But I do. Kane thinks I’m a fuckboy, and I doubt he likes the idea of me ruining his younger brother.”

He smiled, his eyes glittering. “Little does he know I’m the one ruiningyou.”

I moaned as he leaned in to catch my lips in another quick kiss. He let his fingertips trail down the open front of my shirt.

I broke off for a breath, gripping his waist again. “God, I cannot fucking resist you.”

“From what I’ve heard, you kind ofarea fuckboy, by the way,” Jesse said. “Maybe he’s right. Maybe you have the power to break my heart.”

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