Curving my fingertips around Jake’s ear, I tickle
the sensitive skin behind it. The spot that drives him crazy when I kiss him
there.
He catches my wrist, surprising me. “Don’t start
something you can’t win,” he says with a sexy growl to his voice.
“Who says I can’t win?”
“Me.”
“That right?”
“Hmm.” He moves in closer, revealing his
stunningly blue eyes. “You forget I know exactly
where all of your sensitive spots are, Bennett.”
Heat floods me and I squirm. “I thought you were
asleep.”
“I was until some little minx started tickling
me.”
“Minx?” I let out a laugh.
“Yep, that’s you. A minx. Cunning and flirtatious.”
“Flirtatious?”
I scoff.
“Yep,
flirtatious and irresistible.”
“Meant
for you,” I add.
“Fucking
right, meant for me.”
His gaze
pins me to the seat, possessing me, owning me.
Holding back a gulp, I say, “Well, python, we’re
home.”
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