Page 74 of I Knead You Tonight

“Because everyone is being so nice to me.”

“I’m not.”

I sniffle, laughing at his honesty. “True, but you could be.”

“I could, but I like to think of our sparring matches as foreplay.”

“Winston!”

“What?” he says innocently. “They basically are and you know it.”

“They are not.”

“Are too.”

“Are not! There is nothing between us that’s consideredforeplay.”

I try to push around him, but he doesn’t budge.

“Let me out of here. I need to make your stupid mac and cheese.”

“No.”

“Yes. Move, Winston.”

“No.”

His hand comes up, covering my jaw, forcing me to look up into his eyes.

I’m stuck.

Not literally, but I couldn’t move if I wanted to.

Not with the way he’s looking at me.

One hand holding me steady, he trails his other down my arm, his fingertips dancing over my skin. His fingers circle my wrist and he places my hand on his body.

His chest.

His abs.

His hard cock.

“If our sparring matches aren’t foreplay, explain this.”

I gulp, loving the feel of him under my palm.

“Th-That’s just you.”

“It’s not.” He presses closer to me. “I know it’s not.”

“Is too.”

“I could kiss you right now and you’d crumple into my arms. Don’t tell me that’s not true.”

“It’s not,” I repeat. “That’s not true at all.”

His hand tightens on my jaw and he pulls my face closer…pulls my lips closer.

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