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When he speaks his voice is low, seductive, full of grit that makes me melt into him. His eyes travel the length of my body, zeroing in on my breasts. “I’m becoming obsessed with you,” he says and touches my arm. It’s a simple, non-sexual act that somehow soaks my panties and makes me fantasize about having him deep inside of me—though I’m not too sure how accurate those fantasies are being that I’ve never actually had anything deep inside of me. Either way, there’s something instinctual there that makes me want it none the less.

“I love how pink you get when you’re around me,” he continues. “I can’t wait to see how red you get when we finally have a repeat of what happened on the plane.”

My eyes go wide. I’m unable to speak.

His playful smile stretches. He steps away from me. “See you in the cab.” Then he walks away like nothing happened and I’m left breathless and out of sorts.

4

Kain

By the time we get back from the grocery store it’s too late to barbeque, so we stop at pub for dinner. Channa refuses to look at me the entire time. I know what happened in the walk-in fridge at the store flustered her. That was the whole point. I needed her to know how much I want her because I know she wants me too. I don’t want to waste the next few weeks lying to ourselves and playing games. I’m just waiting for her to come around and be bold enough to take what she wants.

“You coming to the club with us tonight?” Deb asks me.

I glance at Channa. Her eyes are closed and she’s shaking her head. Apparently, inviting me wasn’t part of the plan. So, of course I have to accept.

“Sounds fun.”

Channa lets out a long sigh. I can’t help but chuckle at her discomfort. Why is she so uncomfortable around me? Everything about her demeanor has me intrigued. A girl who looks like that must be used to having every guy she comes in contact with flirt endlessly with her. Yet she seems so out of her element, so unsure, so … awkward whenever I’m around. It entertains me to no end. And as much as I absolutely want to get between those curvaceous thighs, I also like messing with her to see her reaction.

“How about a toast?” Lillian says. “Looks like Channa bought enough booze to drown a frat house. Alcoholic much? You only drink when you need liquid courage. What’s going on with you?”

Channa’s cheeks turn a deep shade of pink. “You know I’m not much of a club girl. If I plan to dance in front of people, I’m going to need all the help I can get.”

There’s something extremely endearing about Channa. Sexy and cute. Who is this girl? Every word that comes from her mouth seems to snare me deeper and deeper into her web. The first time I saw her, I wanted her body. Now I want her body and mind. I want all of her. What kind of witchy, voodoo shit is this? I’ve never fallen for someone, become this obsessed with someone, so quickly.

I grab the bottle of scotch she bought and pour myself a drink. I’m going to need it. As the shots are thrown back, the mood lightens. Everyone has a healthy buzz happening. I notice Channa’s gaze lingering on me. She’s not as self-aware as she was around her friends earlier today and they see it. They giggle and whisper to each other. Why are they so amused by their friend’s flirtation with me? I have a feeling Channa has a secret and her friends know about it. I’m the only one not in on it. But I’m going to find out.

Channa leans over the counter. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re ridiculously gorgeous?” Her friends laugh out loud this time. Channa points to them. Her eyes are slightly glossed over from the alcohol. Her cheeks have a beautiful flush to them. “Shush, you two. I’m not flirting. I’m being serious.” Except she is flirting, and I’m eating it up. “Is he or is he not the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen?”

Lillian holds up a shot glass. “I’ll drink to that.”

Channa glares at her. Is that jealousy I see?

“No one asked you,” Channa says.

Her friends double over laughing, and Channa turns a radiant smile on me. “Let’s get out of here. I want to dance.”

The girls get ready. When Channa walks into the living room, I’m knocked back by how she looks. Holy. Hell. The girl has tits and ass for days. She’s wearing a dress that’s just a bit too tight—obviously another borrowed outfit from her friend. The material has some stretch to it, so it fits her like a glove. Her breasts are pressed together, cleavage spilling out. Her legs are long, muscular yet soft. And that ass … I have to wipe the sweat from my forehead. That’s the kind of ass that women pay for. Fat and luscious and I’d love to sink my teeth into those cheeks.

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