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“Like what?”

“I’m so used to you being so sweet and kind. But you sound almost angry for me.” She bites her bottom lip. She looks intrigued.

“Honestly, Dakota? I am angry. I’m fucking pissed to know there are that many terrible men out there who have made you feel like your body is the problem when it’s not. They are the problem. I’m sorry you went through that.”

“It’s really okay. Other people have it worse.”

Need surges through me. The need to tell her that she’s worthy, that her feelings are important, thatsheis important.

“Just because other people have it worse doesn’t mean that your feelings aren’t valid too. You matter, Dakota. Your pleasure matters.”

Her gaze turns thoughtful, like she’s just now realizing that.

“And just for the record, you’re not defective. There’s not a single thing wrong with you or your body. The only thing that’s wrong is that you’ve been with selfish and lazy men. The right kind of guy would make it his mission to make you feel like a fucking goddess in bed. He would want to give you everything you want and more. Anything less than that is unacceptable.”

Dakota’s beautiful, deep brown eyes are big as she looks up at me. When she blinks, the look in her gaze turns fiery.

She sinks her teeth into her lush bottom lip, holding my gaze. “Is that what you’re like in bed, Sam?”

Raw want flickers in my chest. I know betterthan to answer that question. If her brother Del were here and could hear me—his teammate and best friend—talking to his little sister like this, he’d kick my ass.

But he’s not here. It’s just Dakota and me.

Just me and the woman I’ve had a crush on ever since I met her five years ago.

Heat rushes through me as I look Dakota in the eye. “Yeah.”

The corner of her mouth hooks up in a shy, sexy smile. “I knew it. I always thought you’d be a sweetheart in bed. That’s how you are as a person.”

I shake my head. “I’m not a sweetheart in bed, Dakota.” My voice is a low growl that makes her eyes widen.

“What are you like then?”

Alarm bells are going off in my brain. This conversation is off the fucking rails. I shouldn’t be talking about sex with my teammate’s sister.

I need to get things back on track right the hell now.

“That’s not for you to know, Dakota.”

I start to walk past her, but she grabs my arm, stopping me. I turn around, almost bumping into her. She’s standing so close to me, I can feel the warmth from her body. I can feel when she exhales and her hot, wet breath ghosts over my lips. My mouth waters.

She runs her candy pink tongue along the seam of her lush mouth, her gaze fiery as she looks at me. “I want you to show me, Sam. Show me what you’re like in bed.”

Chapter 16

Dakota

My heart pounds in my chest. My breathing kicks up.

I shouldn’t be doing this, touching Sam, saying these words to him.

But I can’t help it. Need rushes through me like never-ending waves crashing against the shore.

I need to know what he’s like in bed. I’ve been wondering about it for the past few days.

Actually longer than that.

Ever since I met Sam, I’ve been attracted to him. I’ve held onto my crush for five years, trying my hardest not to see him as anything other than just a friend. But over the past week, that crush has grown into something bigger and deeper and all-consuming.

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