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It wasn’t his gasp that mesmerized me as much as the way his full wet lips parted in mock shock. “What does that mean?”
“It means that you playing a teen heartthrob as your first romantic lead role was practically fortune telling in the making! Look at you! Girls probably swooned over you from the day you hit puberty.”
“And all this comes down to me having a dog named Birdie being somehow emasculating?” He bit his lip to try to stop from smiling… unsuccessfully.
“No. The visual just struck me as funny initially. It’s a very cute name for a puppy.”
“But it’s agirliename for a cute puppy, is that right?” he pressed, taking a step closer to me.
He was crowding me, his one hand still holding tight to Birdie’s leash as he skimmed his hand around the small of my back, tugging me into his hold.
“No, I’m not saying that. I’m just picturing you on a front stoop shouting out into the night for Birdie! And the visual makes me giggle.”
“I’m secure enough in myself to be a grown ass man with a small dog named Birdie.” Biting his bottom lip, he dove his fingers into my ribs, tickling me.
I laughed and wriggled against him, gasping for air as he tickled me. “It’s not fair!” I pant. “You’re not ticklish!”
“Iamticklish, you just haven’t found my spot yet!”
I dug my fingers into his sides, feeling around to see if I could get him to squirm like me, but he simply stood there like a statue, towering over me, still biting that annoyingly sexy bottom lip.
Finally I gave up the fight, panting and a little sweaty as he held me securely to his chest, looking down at me, his eyes fastened on my lips.
So close.
His mouth was so close to mine.
Bending, he dragged his nose along mine, our lips nearly brushing and I moaned, closing my eyes and parting them, waiting for his kiss.
His kiss that never came.
A wash of his hot breath skimmed over me as he whispered, “What did I tell you? You have to kiss me.”
I whimpered. “Does this mean that for the rest of our lives I have toalwayskiss you first?”
His eyes widened at that and he repeated me, his words a breathless whisper. “The rest of our lives?”
Another blush heated my cheeks. “You know what I mean.”
“Do I?” His nose brushed across mine again as he shook his head. “And to answer your question, no, this won’t be for the rest of our lives. But for now, I need to know you want this. That you want me. You drive this train, Rosa. If you want a kiss, you have to lean forward a quarter of an inch. That’s all. A quarter of an inch and it’s yours.”
My breath caught shallowly in my chest. “But won’t that make all this real? Won’t we be blurring too many lines?”
“I think that ship sailed already. But let’s say it does blur the lines. Would that be so bad? We could take a few months and see where this goes. We’ve got at least a year to figure it all out.”
His fingers trailed beneath the hem of my shirt, tracing a line across my belly. I clenched all over as delicious heat pooled between my legs.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“I think… I think I want to date my husband.”
“That’s all I needed to hear,” he growled.
“And after this,” I said, “I want you to kiss me, too.”
“After this?” he started to question. But I interrupted him, pushing onto my toes, kissing him.
Chapter 18
