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“Ah, I’ve also got some whisky and tequila up here,” I offered up, desperately trying to stop my sex-deprived brain from conducting a preliminary search to determine whether or not she kept her wet bra and panties on or was bare underneath my clothes. The latter thought alone solidified my decision.
Tequila.
“Not one to mess around, are you?”
“In certain situations, one might deem this essential.” Or a questionable disaster.
“But not together.”
“Heck no, that’s just plain nasty, and not to mention, asking for trouble.”
“I second that. Do you have any snacks squirrelled away in here also?”
“Let’s take a look, shall we?” I deposited the tequila bottle on the counter and wrenched open another cabinet. “I’ve got Oreos, jalapeño chips, a couple of protein bars, Smarties and—”
“How on earth?” I nearly lost an eye as Lakelyn reached around me with ninja-fast reflexes for the chocolate-covered drops of heaven in a box like they were the golden ticket. “These are the originals, not the chalky tasting little pills some think are Smarties. Seriously, how did you get these?”
“I take it you’re a fan?” I asked, loving how giddy she appeared, jiggling the box.
“The fact that they aren’t sold here in the US is a crime.”
I couldn’t help but snicker with laughter. “Interesting. I think the real crime here is you standing there in possession of my favorite chocolate treats.”
“Hmm.” She tapped her chin playfully with her index finger. “What’s the saying? Possession is nine-tenths of the law?”
“Can you provide proof of payment?”
“Can you?” She argued.
“It was in my cupboard.”
“Finders keepers?” She shrugged with a grin that radiated with amusement.
“Listen here, smarty-pants.” Pun intended.
I reached for the box but couldn’t bring myself to snatch it away from her grip like a defiant toddler, primarily since it now rested against her voluptuous chest that I found myself staring at with inappropriate longing.
“I’m willing to concede defeat, but you best be willing to share if you want to make it out of here without cuffs.”
“Interesting.” She eyed me with a playful sparkle in her eyes. And damn, if I didn’t want a taste of her lips that she just tucked between her teeth.
“You think I’m bluffing?”
She nodded silently, encouraging my singular focus as I closed the gap and sealed my index finger and thumb over the edge of her chin. I held her eyes and found myself entirely hypnotized by her effortless beauty. The push-pull energy that continued to pulse intensely between us was getting harder and harder to deny, but I needed her to make the first move.
She had to be the one to cross the line.
The line that she’d drawn in the sand from the get-go.
A line I questioned with a renewed sense of optimism.
Just as my gaze dipped to her mouth, Lakelyn popped two Smarties in my mouth and rewarded me with her signature smile, which made my heart race, echoing with a thunderous roar of the effect she had on me.
“Nice play.” I grinned and munched down on the savory treat. “Nice play.”
“Not what you were expecting?”
“No,” I reached for the tequila and twisted the top off, “but I’m quickly learning I like being kept on my toes by you.” I handed her a shot glass. “Cheers.”
