Blake finally understood how guys with no game must feel. He wanted to sink into the floor.
Farrah’s frown deepened.
He considered throwing himself over the railing into the Huangpu when the frown disappeared, replaced by a wide grin.
“You’re adorable when you’re flustered.”
“I am not flustered.” Blake narrowed his eyes. “Wait. Were you putting me on this entire time?”
Farrah giggled. “You should see your face. You’re so red.”
She squealed in surprise when he picked her up and spun her around. “I can’t believe you did that to me. I have half a mind to throw you into the river,” he threatened.
“You would never!” She wrapped her arms and legs around him and held on tight. “Besides, can you blame me? The chance to see Blake Ryan tripping over himself was too good to resist.”
“It’s inhumane.”
“Oh, come on.” Farrah rested her forehead on his. “I think it’s cute.”
Blake was horrified. “Teddy bears are cute. Puppies are cute. Guys don’t want to be cute. It’s the sexual equivalent of Siberia.”
“Cute is sexy.” Farrah lowered herself to the ground, sliding her body against his as she did so. Need sliced through him, deep and heady.
“Don’t think that’ll get you off the hook.”
“What?” She blinked, innocent as a doe.
“This thing you’re doing.” Blake groaned when she hooked her fingers through his belt loops and pulled him close. Her soft curves melted into the hard lines of his body, and the need ratcheted up five levels.
“I’m not the one on the hook. You’re the one who said I’m not your girlfriend.”
“Do you want to be?”
Her smile faded at his serious tone. “Are you serious?”
Blake’s heart slammed against his ribcage. He nodded.
Farrah’s eyes grew round. Was that a good thing? He couldn’t tell.
One beat, one eternity. Two beats, two eternities.
The longer Blake waited for an answer, the more he wanted to die. He wasn’t used to feeling this way—out-of-control, helpless, and ready to tumble off the precipice at another’s command.
He was so caught up waiting for a verbal answer, it took him a second to register the warmth of Farrah’s lips on his. Her tongue dueled with his; his hands tangled in her hair. Every inch of him ached for her—body, heart, and soul.
Blake was lost, and he never wanted to be found.
“So.” His breath came hard and heavy when they broke for air. “Is that a yes?”
Farrah’s eyes twinkled. “That’s a yes.”
Blake grinned so wide his face might split in two. “You don’t know what you got yourself into.”
“Trying to make me regret my decision already?”
“Never.” He brushed a stray strand of hair from her eyes. “It’s you and me, babe. There’s no backing out now.”
“I suppose there are worse things in life.” Farrah snuggled closer to him. “Was that the secret you wanted to tell me?”