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another bite, and he leaned over to capture it on his finger before she could move. “You missed some.”
Jolted by the sensation of his finger feathering over her lips, Payton froze. The tip of his finger slipped between her lips, which closed over it on instinct rather than calculated provocation. Gently she took him into her mouth and licked the cream off with a sweep of her tongue, reveling in the addictive mixture of sour cream and the salty-sweet flavor that was uniquely Wiley.
Sin must taste like this.
Her breath caught, her eyes dilating wildly as her gaze lifted to his. In the span of a heartbeat, a wildfire ignited in her blood to pool like molten lava in her lower belly. Desire pulsed through her veins like a drug, and the bloom of dizzying heat between her legs spawned an ache there, her emptiness demanding to be filled. With him. She could almost feel him inside her, surging into her as she opened for him as much as she could to take his hardness in all the way to his hilt, and she would writhe her hips to milk every last drop of ecstasy from him...
She jerked away when she realized she was still sucking on him, a belated spasm of self-preservation stabbing through the haze of hunger cloaking her brain. She couldn’t do this, couldn’t feel this. Not with the Coyote. He was right—she took everything too seriously, especially when it came to the men she chose to take to her bed. Wiley, on the other hand, enjoyed anyone with a pulse. They were too dissimilar to ever make any kind of sense. It was impossible.
More’s the pity.
“We might as well go,” Payton managed as her heart tried to beat her to death. “We’re just about finished here.”
“No.” He shook his head, and his tone was a strange mixture of grimness and excitement. “I think we just started.”
“Pardon?”
He was so still it seemed as though he didn’t even breathe. Like a panther waiting to pounce.
She’d never felt more like prey in her life.
“We gave it our best shot, Payton. Ignoring it. Pretending it’s not there. But it’s not working. It’s not going away.”
Her fingers tightened on the napkin until her knuckles turned white. Please don’t do this . “What’s not going away?”
“You know. Look at me.” When she didn’t comply, his hand came down over hers, not at all gentle. “Damn it, Payton, look at me. I’m not going to face this by myself.”
“You should have just left it alone.” Confused and irrationally angry with herself for wanting to taste him again, she tossed his hand away. “We could have gone our separate ways after today, happy and content with the way things stood between us.”
“You’re fooling yourself if you think you’d be either happy or content if you let yourself walk away from this attraction without exploring it first.”
She flinched. Now he’d done it, letting the genie out of the bottle like that. “Listen to me very carefully, Wiley. I am not attracted to you.”
The narrowing of his eyes was the definition of dangerous. “You never used to lie.”
“I’m not lying now.” She was almost certain of it.
“If this isn’t attraction, what the hell is it?”
“Curiosity. From a logical standpoint, it makes perfect sense.” What the hell, if she had to release her inner Vulcan to hide behind, then so be it.
“Logical.” He said it as if the word were an obscenity. “What the hell does logic have to do with this?”
“It has everything to do with this. Ten years ago you were every girl’s dream. It stands to reason I might consider it interesting to find out what all the fuss was about. But that’s not attraction .”
“No.” His calm tone was downright ominous as he folded some cash into the bill and set it aside. “It’s not.”
“Well...great.” She eyed him as if he were a bomb that may or may not go off. He wasn’t going to let her off that easily, was he? “I’m glad we understand each other.”
“I understand that what you
Jolted by the sensation of his finger feathering over her lips, Payton froze. The tip of his finger slipped between her lips, which closed over it on instinct rather than calculated provocation. Gently she took him into her mouth and licked the cream off with a sweep of her tongue, reveling in the addictive mixture of sour cream and the salty-sweet flavor that was uniquely Wiley.
Sin must taste like this.
Her breath caught, her eyes dilating wildly as her gaze lifted to his. In the span of a heartbeat, a wildfire ignited in her blood to pool like molten lava in her lower belly. Desire pulsed through her veins like a drug, and the bloom of dizzying heat between her legs spawned an ache there, her emptiness demanding to be filled. With him. She could almost feel him inside her, surging into her as she opened for him as much as she could to take his hardness in all the way to his hilt, and she would writhe her hips to milk every last drop of ecstasy from him...
She jerked away when she realized she was still sucking on him, a belated spasm of self-preservation stabbing through the haze of hunger cloaking her brain. She couldn’t do this, couldn’t feel this. Not with the Coyote. He was right—she took everything too seriously, especially when it came to the men she chose to take to her bed. Wiley, on the other hand, enjoyed anyone with a pulse. They were too dissimilar to ever make any kind of sense. It was impossible.
More’s the pity.
“We might as well go,” Payton managed as her heart tried to beat her to death. “We’re just about finished here.”
“No.” He shook his head, and his tone was a strange mixture of grimness and excitement. “I think we just started.”
“Pardon?”
He was so still it seemed as though he didn’t even breathe. Like a panther waiting to pounce.
She’d never felt more like prey in her life.
“We gave it our best shot, Payton. Ignoring it. Pretending it’s not there. But it’s not working. It’s not going away.”
Her fingers tightened on the napkin until her knuckles turned white. Please don’t do this . “What’s not going away?”
“You know. Look at me.” When she didn’t comply, his hand came down over hers, not at all gentle. “Damn it, Payton, look at me. I’m not going to face this by myself.”
“You should have just left it alone.” Confused and irrationally angry with herself for wanting to taste him again, she tossed his hand away. “We could have gone our separate ways after today, happy and content with the way things stood between us.”
“You’re fooling yourself if you think you’d be either happy or content if you let yourself walk away from this attraction without exploring it first.”
She flinched. Now he’d done it, letting the genie out of the bottle like that. “Listen to me very carefully, Wiley. I am not attracted to you.”
The narrowing of his eyes was the definition of dangerous. “You never used to lie.”
“I’m not lying now.” She was almost certain of it.
“If this isn’t attraction, what the hell is it?”
“Curiosity. From a logical standpoint, it makes perfect sense.” What the hell, if she had to release her inner Vulcan to hide behind, then so be it.
“Logical.” He said it as if the word were an obscenity. “What the hell does logic have to do with this?”
“It has everything to do with this. Ten years ago you were every girl’s dream. It stands to reason I might consider it interesting to find out what all the fuss was about. But that’s not attraction .”
“No.” His calm tone was downright ominous as he folded some cash into the bill and set it aside. “It’s not.”
“Well...great.” She eyed him as if he were a bomb that may or may not go off. He wasn’t going to let her off that easily, was he? “I’m glad we understand each other.”
“I understand that what you
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