Page 165 of Forever Never
Brick watched her silently as he found a corkscrew and went to work opening the bottle. While she fussed over the salad, he poured two glasses and slid one to her.
Their fingers tangled on the stem, and her pulse spiked. Everything about the man drew her in. But she wasn’t going to jump this time. She was going to take it slow. Magnus sprinted into the room, the mouse in his mouth giving her the needed distraction to extricate her fingers and glass.
“What are we watching?” he asked, looking down at her. A flicker of a smile curving those brutal lips. He could tell she was nervous, and she knew he liked it.
“The Quiet Man,” she announced.
He frowned. “I’m not familiar.”
She gasped theatrically, side-stepping Magnus as he wriggled into one of her shopping bags. “The Quiet Man,” she repeated.
“It doesn’t matter how many times you say it.”
“John Wayne is a quiet ex-boxer who moves to Ireland and falls in love with Maureen O’Hara, a wildcat with a wicked tongue and red hair.”
He gave her a sexy half smile that had her cheeks going pink and nipples tightening to points. She took a gulp of wine.
“Sounds familiar. At least the part about the red-haired wild cat with a wicked tongue.”
They both needed to stop talking about tongues. It wasn’t helping her heightened arousal situation. “It’s a classic. Besides you have no choice. Sacrifices must be made when you’re dating,” she said airily.
“I can help you with dinner,” he said. They both watched as his index finger hooked itself in the neckline of her pajama top.
Her heart rate spiked when his finger grazed her sternum.
Yes. Wait. No.
This was a dangerous game. She grabbed his hand. “No sex. Remember? What’s so funny?” she demanded when he gave her the full wattage of the rare Brick Callan grin.
She felt a little light-headed. And also like she’d won the lottery.
“Me touching you with a fingertip makes you think we’re about to have sex.”
“After the past few weeks, can you blame me?”
“Hmm.” His hum was like a caress over her skin.
This was going to be harder than she thought.Dammit! Harder.
She shook her head until her brain sloshed around inside. “Focus. No sex. Not until you feel appreciated.”
“I feel appreciated when you scream my name and lock down around my cock.”
Holy Johnny Cash.Her body unanimously voted for boosting itself up on the counter and spreading her legs as wide as they could go for the man who looked like he wanted to devour her.
But her heart managed a veto.
“You felt used. That’s on me,” she said. “Ergo, it’s up to me to prove to you how much I want the whole shebang. Hebang?”
He raised an eyebrow.
She grimaced. “Forget the banging. My point is, I know there’s more to us than just sex, and I’m going to prove it to you.”
“By not having sex with me.”
She nodded. “No orgasms for me…or you. I don’t think I could control myself if I was making you come,” she admitted.
He closed his eyes like he was in pain. “Jesus, Remi.”
