Page 81 of Haze of Obedience
"Nope."
"Pretty sure you did."
He flexes his muscles. "See the difference."
Holy shit.
I shrug like it isn't a big deal. I glide my hands under his rattlesnake pendent and concentrate on his pecs before moving lower onto his six-pack and finally to his coveted V.
The entire time, he watches me, and I'm scared to look up. As he did to me, I slide only an inch under his trunks to lotion him up. I pull my hand out and slide my palms up his chest then pat his cheeks. "All done."
He reaches for my wrists as I'm pulling them away and holds them to his chest.
Why isn't he saying anything?
"What's up?"
He opens his mouth but then snaps it shut.
Thump, thump, thump, beats my heart.
"Dirk?"
"I like you, Zoe."
"I like you."
"No. I really like you."
Happy dance.
"That's good. The feeling is mutual."
"Yeah?"
"Yes."
He leans forward, hesitates, then kisses my forehead. "We should get going."
Disappointment mixes with my adrenaline. I quietly say, "Sure."
He releases my hands and turns.
I take a deep breath to pull myself together.
"Screw it," he mumbles, quickly spins back, slides his fingers through my hair, and kisses me as if there is no tomorrow.
When he pulls his lips from mine, I'm breathless and weak-kneed. "Now we can go." He winks, picks up my vest, and puts it on me.
But I’m frozen.
"Zoe?"
"Oh sorry."
His face falls. "Did I do something wrong again?"
"No. You did everything right."
