Page 109 of Fighting Chance

I nod, savoring how nervous she is. She’s absolutely adorable. “Yes, sex.”

Her swallow is audible.

“What else?” I ask.

She flaps her hand in the air. “Things.”

Before I can stop myself a burst of laughter explodes from my chest. She leans forward and whacks my chest again.

“What the hell happened to not laughing at me?”

Chuckling, I bite my fist to stop myself from leaning forward and kissing her. Fuck me, the way she glares at me shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does.

“First of all, there is no reality in which I won’t laugh with you.”

At this, her eyes narrow. “This should be a safe environment.”

“This is a safe environment. You’re always safe with me.” I lean forward, crowding her space, and by the widening of her eyes, shedidn’t realize she was also leaning toward me like we’re opposite halves of a magnet. “Now onto my second point,thingsis not descriptive enough. I want to know what you’ve written on the list.”

She sends daggers my way and I can just picture what’s running through her mind right now. “Can I not just write it down?”

“Is it so dirty you can’t even show me the original?”

If I thought I’ve seen Layla blush before it’s nothing compared to now. Scrambling upwards, she lifts her chin. “It’s a sacred list.”

“One which includes the things I need to do to you, and by the way you’re hedging this, it’s so fucking dirty you’re scared to show me.”

“I’m not scared.”

“Then show me.”

“No.”

“Point proven,” I whisper.

She growls deep in her throat. “Why do you even want to see it all?”

“Because I can’t wait to get my fucking hands on you. I thought that was obvious.” My lip twitches. “On second thought, I want to hear you say it.”

“What?” she all but chokes.

“If you want me to do this with you, you need to say it. If you’re not able to ask for it, I won’t do it.”

She’s spluttering now. “You’re not a teacher grading me!”

I tap my lip, dramatically pondering. “If I do recall correctly, you said you were going to use me so I could teach you for other people.”

Now she’s rolling her eyes.

I fucking love it when she rolls her eyes, it’s like foreplay.

“I didnotsay that.”

“What did you say then?”

Her lips part before snapping shut.

“Come on, sunshine,” I all but purr. “Tell me what’s on the list.”