Page 74 of I Wanna Text You Up

“One fortwo.”

A victorious grin spreads over his lips and I realize I just fell right into histrap.

“Dammit,” I groan. “Ass.”

“Hey, I won fair and square. It’s not my fault you suck at cookingandnegotiating.”

An idea hits me, and I sashay toward him like he’s my prey. I slide up close to him, batting my lashes and bringing my lips within an inch of his, my hands resting on his solidchest.

“You’re right. You did win,” I whisperhuskily.

My nearness is influencing him. It’s obvious in the way his chest begins to rapidly move up and down, the way his body cants toward me, his eyesdilating.

He’s teetering on the edge of excitement, and I know just what will make him tipover.

I slowly run my hands down his chest, over his abs, and rest them on the waistband of his jeans. I peek up at him. “But you didn’t saywhereI had to kissyou.”

I move just left of his lips and place a gentle kiss on his skin, and then another directly beneath it…and one more just along his jawline before pressing my lips to his neck. He sucks in a deep breath, his hips jutting out to make any sort of contact they can. His hands land on my waist, holding meclose.

I continue to pepper kisses all the way up to his ear, relishing the way his body reacts when I reach the spot just behind it. An obvious shudder runs through him and his hips press my awayagain.

I trace a path all the way to the other side, eliciting the same reactionthere.

My kisses continue until my lips have touched every inch of his face. He stands there accepting them, eyes closed and gasping for air, arousal clear asday.

When I settle the last kiss in the same place I started, he sighs and rests his forehead against mine. Hands tighten on my waist, and I’m sure I’ll be bearing an imprint eventomorrow.

“Zoe?” he saysbreathlessly.

“Yeah?”

“Move.”

“Huh?”

“You need to move or I’m going to kiss you like you’ve never been kissed before. I’m going to run my hands all over your body until you’re writhing beneath me in absolute want. Then I’ll devour you, and I don’t think either of us are ready to take that step just yet.” He swallows thickly. “So, please…move.”

I step away from him as he exhales a shaky breath and pushes pastme.

“Start the breadsticks and watch the water. I’m taking a coldshower.”

I can’t help the laugh that escapes me, and it grows when I hear him mutter a “dammit” before the bathroom door slamsclosed.

I don’t know what’s worse: that I want him to devour me, or that I’d lethim.

Caleb Mills is going to be the death ofme.

* * *

“Feeling better?”I ask when he emerges fifteen minuteslater.

He scrubs his hair with a towel and glowers my way. “You are an evil, evil woman, ZoeWilliams.”

I lift a shoulder. “You’re the one who played dirty first, Caleb. Fair’sfair.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t getthatdirty.”

“Uh huh. Now, check it out.” I wave a hand over the stove. “I didn’t ruin anything this time. Breadsticks are cooking and the water isboiling.”

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