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“Yeah?” He perked up. “Go on.”
“Obviously, there was something there,” I admitted, albeit reluctantly. “The kiss was pretty good and the chemistry—” I stopped before I embarrassed myself.
“The chemistry was off the charts,” he finished my sentence. “I agree.”
“So,” I ventured. “Are we talking lust here?”
“You tell me.”
“Are we saying that my sisters foresaw we would… what? Become fuck buddies?”
“Your words, not mine.” He leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms.
“And you just… what?” I fought to find the words, ignoring the way my body clenched in all the places it shouldn’t be clenching. “You believed them? You kissed me to test for chemistry?”
“You make it sound so clinical.” His voice lowered by a decibel. Our eyes locked, and there was nothing clinical or detached about the way my pussy tightened. “I kissed you because you kissed me, and you were into it. Do you deny the attraction between us?”
“Well, no, but—”
“Good, because I heard you moaning in your bed this morning,” he said, as blunt as I was. “You sounded like you needed some action.”
“Fuck.” I’d moaned the shit out loud.
“Fuck indeed.” He kept going. “Look. I don’t know much. I’m as confused as you are, but I know two things for sure: your sisters believe we could have a special connection. And we enjoyed kissing each other.” His aura appeared as if it somehow realized I needed proof to believe him. “I wouldn’t mind doingmore of that, you know, to test your sisters’ hypothesis.”
I studied the bright indigo light flaring around him. It was pure as ever, and it radiated with warmth that reached out to stroke my erotic heat. “If it wasn’t because of your aura, I wouldn’t believe a word you said.”
“My aura?”
Oops.Misstep.Evasive maneuvers. Quick, Astor.
“The one thing I know about you is that you’re not a liar.” I tried to throw him off the “Cece-is-nuts” scent I’d accidentally given out.
“That’s good, I guess.” He paused and frowned. “You did sayaura. Right?”
“Never mind that.” He was sharp and hard to misdirect, but I did my best. “What if this is lust?”
His eyes lingered on my face, and the gleam that turned his gaze into sweet honey heated my cheeks and teased my body with a quiver of desire.
“What if fate intended for us to fall in lust?” he asked softly.
“Fate?”The heat burning through me went straight south and pooled between my legs. “Hey, slow it down, buddy. That’s a big reach right there.”
“Yeah, sure, so then, what?”
“A fling? A hookup?”
“To be honest, hookups are not my thing.” He surprised me with his frank admission. “I like to have a meaningful connection with my sex partners.”
“That’s very… romantic.”
He lowered his chin and walloped me with a stare that steamed me from head to toe. “Would you like romantic?”
Yes. Yes, please. It’d be nice for a change. “No,” I said instead. “Absolutely not.”
Like a cat hanging from its claws, I clung to my long-held assumptions. I wasnotcapable of love. I didnotneed or want a relationship. Men were trouble. Most of them were mean, domineering, soul-sucking bastards.
I glanced at Kai. This one was beyond trouble, terrifying, because he attracted and intrigued me like no one else had ever done. He tempted me to think differently. Tofeeldifferently.
