She swallows, and the sound curls around us. “Yes.”
“Then do it,” I challenge.
“Fine, they look like arrows guiding the eyes or the hands to your cock,” she says, accepting my challenge. I’m not surprised. Quinn never was one to run away from a good dare, which is why she broke her arm at sixteen when I bet I could climb higher in a tree than her. I still feel pretty shitty about that. “Happy now?” she asks.
“Happy? I’m not sure that’s the word I’d use to explain how I’m feeling right now.”
I move closer, touch her hair, and brush the backs of my knuckles over her cheek as I run the soft, silky strands through my finger.
“Then what are you feeling?” she asks, her voice as shaky as her body.
Since she opened that door, I decide to step through and go for broke. “Aroused.”
6
Quinn
Aroused.
Sweet Mother of God.
Unable to help myself, I let my gaze slide downward—and nearly fall off my chair when I see his erection tenting his shorts, struggling to get free.
Jonah is aroused…because of me.
So what the hell am I going to do about that?
My mouth waters, and my hands itch to touch him as he invades my personal space, the enticing scent of his skin doing the craziest things to my body. I breathe in his fresh, soapy scent and a soft little moan catches in my throat.
“You’re making that noise again,” he whispers.
“Sorry.”
Not sorry.
He quirks a questioning brow, and I know him well enough to knows he’s going to challenge me, like he always used to do when we were kids. “Does it mean you’re enjoying something?”
“I…uh…”
Exactly how do I respond to that? I’m never one to back down from a challenge, and saying yes might get me into his bed. But what if he’s just messing with me, teasing me like he used to do when we were kids?
He puts his hands on my knees and leans in, his mouth right there. If I wanted to kiss him, all I’d have to do is move an inch.
I want to kiss him.
“Well, does it?” he presses.
Okay, girl, if there was ever a time you needed to meet a challenge, take a chance, now is it.
I take a fueling breath, and brush my tongue over my bottom lip.
“Yes,” I say. “It does mean I’m enjoying something.”
A small smile plays on his mouth—and in an instant, I understand he’s not messing with me. Jonah Long wants me.
Jonah Long wants me.
“What are you enjoying, Quinn?”