Chapter 37 The Seduction

I tap the end of his nose. “What do you suggest I do?” I ask, booping the tip. “And it better not involve sex with you.”

Clicking his tongue, he grins. “There goes that plan.” He reaches up to tuck my hair back from my face. His smile disappears as his fingers linger on the shell of my ear. A rise in his chest spurs other body parts to rise along with it. “I . . . uh . . .”

“Eight months.” I suck in a breath and release it easily around him. “I think it’s been eight months since I had sex or anything else that would . . . would—”

“Would?”

“Release some tension.”

I almost expected him to laugh out loud at me, but that’s not what he does. His fingertips slide around my ear, then lower to my collarbone. He traces an imaginary design across my chest, leaving a wake of goose bumps behind, and whispers, “That’s too bad.”

“Yeah, it’s a tragedy.” I wriggle on top of him because we’ve come this far already anyway.

The right side of his mouth lifts. And though that just adds to his appeal, that