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My body gravitates toward hers until we’re only inches apart. “And what don’t I know?”
She edges in closer, the warmth of her breath ghosting over my skin when she whispers, “How I feel.”
The air is heavy with unspoken desire. Her seductive scent is intoxicating, and my pulse races, slamming against my rib cage.
I entwine my fingers in her thick hair and breathe her into my lungs. “But I do. I’ve felt your laughter and tears, your affection and anger, your kindness and pain.” I brush my lips over hers. “The rest is an added bonus.”
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Reece grazes my lips, avoiding a full kiss. “You’re making me soft, you know that?”
Butterflies swoop low in my belly then plummet to an angry death when he withdraws. “Are you gonna kiss me or not, Viking?”
I don’t want to initiate something he may not be interested in or uncomfortable with, but I also don’t want to be stuck in this uncertain state where we’re tiptoeing around each other.
The corner of his mouth curls up in a smug smirk. “I’m working, princess.”
I sulk, and as he promised, he takes my bottom lip between his teeth, his bite igniting a shiver down my spine and an inferno in my panties.
He releases me, and I trace my tongue over the indentations he left behind.
I squirm in my seat. “You’re evil.”
He pacifies me with a quick peck. “You’re a distraction I can’t afford.”
“This is a date,” I say, a little too whiny. “Remember?”
I blame my needy behavior on that damn backward hat and those ocean eyes.
I’m also seeing things I hadn’t noticed before, since I wouldn’t allow myself to look at him for too long. He has a scar on his chin and another under his lip. The tattoo at the base of his throat is a geometric lotusflower surrounded by intricate mandala designs. He has his ears pierced. His hair is growing in darker, with contrasting shades of yellow-blond and rich brown, unlike Jax’s sandy blond.
“If I start kissing you, I won’t stop.” He brushes his thumb over my bottom lip. “Tell your husband to hire more security. Female, preferably.”
I snort. “Fine, I’ll be good. But our next date is in the pool, half-naked, with my legs wrapped around your waist.”
That’s unlikely to happen anytime soon, but a girl can dream, right? He did say we could do whatever we wanted at home.
“Fuck.” He adjusts his pants. “Now who’s evil?”
We break apart at the sound of a quiet “Hello.”
While he orders our second breakfast, I place my hand on his upper thigh and draw circles over the firm muscle. Still conversing with the waitress, he shoots me a side-eye and intertwines our fingers, preventing me from taunting him further.
Giving up for now, I rest my head on his shoulder and observe the crowd passing by the window. A lovely patio is in the front, adorned with teal bistro tables and flowerpots filled with pink and white snapdragons. A woman drinks a coffee while reading a book I recognize. A couple walk by, their arms loaded with shopping bags.
It reminds me to ask my husband for a babymoon over the holiday, and while we wait, I daydream of a vacation. I imagine a picturesque white Christmas, one where we’d all be confined to a secluded cabin, a roaring fireplace, and snow falling outside thewindow. Then, I laugh to myself, knowing Jax would absolutely hate it.
My excitement grows when the waitress delivers my latte with heart-shaped foam. Add the sugar-topped blueberry muffin, and I’m ecstatic.
I beam with appreciation. “Thank you.”
She returns my smile, sets down the bill, and walks away. Behind her, a fixed stare holds mine and refuses to break contact. My happiness withers and my pulse races. Where do I know that bald head and weathered face from?
Kyle’s party—I’m sure of it. He helped pull Jax off the guy who was hitting on me. He was friendly with Emily. I believe he was a client of hers, though I never saw him after that night.
The memory sours my stomach and spoils my appetite.
