Page 60 of Snow, Ice, and Spice
I let out another crazed laugh. “Why should I? I made it to the bed first. It’s mine.”
Theo plops on the bed, ignoring me. I stand there and glare at him.
“We’ll share it. We’re both adults, right?” he says, stretching his arms up and groaning slightly. “Besides, this bed is huge.”
I stand there, stunned. Theo and I are mid-argument about our feelings for one another and we’re about to sleep in the same bed. What in the ever-loving hell is going on?
When he opens his eyes and sees that I’m still standing over him, he looks confused. “Why aren’t you in bed?”
“Theo, we’re in the middle of a discussion about our feelings—for each other.”
“And you just said we’re putting a pin in it for the rest of tonight so we can get some sleep. I agree with you. Let’s go to bed.”
“Not together!” I shriek.
He sits up, tugs off that ridiculous shirt, and tosses it aside, leaving me speechless once more, but this time it’s for an entirely different reason. Because Theo’s body is utter perfection. Like, “carved from marble, can see every beautiful line and muscle” perfection. And yeah, I’ve seen him shirtless before…naked, actually…but it doesn’t matter, I could see him naked a million times, and I’d turn to putty every single time.
What’s his deal? He knows I’m attracted to him.
And then it starts to click…
He looks over at me, blinks, and I see it. That flash of mischief in his eyes. He’s crawling into bed half-naked because he knows I like him. He knows I find him attractive. And he thinks he’ll be able to break me, to get me to admit that I like him too. All he needs to do is show some skin.
“Come on, Maya we’re adults. We can be mature about this.” I don’t miss that teasing lilt in his voice.
I bite my tongue. Maturity? Really? The guy who acted like a Neanderthal earlier today, who is now offering up his body as a bargaining chip in this weird standoff we’ve got going on, is going to lecture me on maturity?
Something about his audacity to pull a move like this sets off a wave of determination inside of me.
Two can play this filthy game.
I unzip my jeans and slide them off to reveal my panties. I look Theo straight in the eye as I discard my lace top and toss it aside, leaving me completely topless.
His face resembles one of those cartoons when their eyes pop out of their sockets. He doesn’t even flinch at the sound of my top knocking over the half-dozen vibrators and dildos sitting on the nightstand.
“Maya.” My named is a strangled choking sound on his tongue. “What are you, um, doing?” He clears his throat a half-dozen times while trying to get out those five words.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I say as I nonchalantly crawl under the covers, making sure to stay on my side. “I’m getting ready for bed.” I twist my neck to look at him. “This is what I wear to sleep. Panties only. You can bematureabout that, can’t you?”
Yeah, this is a cheap-as-hell shot, unleashing my naked boobs just inches from him. Yeah, it’s gonna make his dick hard. Yeah, he’ll probably be flustered as hell and have to scurry off to take care of himself in the bathroom. But I don’t care. I’ll at least have won this battle, and after feeling like I’ve been jerked around the past few days, it’ll feelsosatisfying.
I throw the bedsheets off of me and fuss like I’m trying to get comfortable. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Theo’s gaze is still plastered to my tits.
“Jesus…” he mutters.
I pull the covers back over me and close my eyes. “Hopefully seeing me sleeping half-naked like this doesn’t bother you,” I taunt.
He lets out a scoff-laugh noise. “You think seeing your gorgeous, perfect tits is going to bother me?”
Annoyed, I open my eyes and whip my head to him. His face is flushed red and he looks downright stunned.
“Maya, lying next to you while you’re topless is the least bothersome thing in the world.”
Half of me is flattered that this guy I’ve been harboring romantic feelings for is so unabashedly attracted to me. But the other half of me is annoyed because I want to win this one time over him.
“I talk in my sleep sometimes,” I blurt. “Hope that doesn’t bother you either.”
Theo furrows his brow like he’s completely thrown at what I’ve said. But a second later the corner of his mouth quirks up the slightest bit. He knows exactly what I’m doing.
