yet Nico had an extra something that made her stomach do crazy things. She couldn’t explain it. It just was.
“Yeah, well, Christian’s a player and Dylan already has a wife.”
Kayla scooted closer, mashed her leg against his. She felt the tension in him, tension she could rid him of so easily. “Don’t be mad at your cousin. He was just teasing you.” She rubbed his denim-clad thigh, trailed her hand dangerously close to his package.
“You don’t know him like I do,” he said, staring at her hand, which just lay there absorbing heat. “If you’re smart, you’ll steer clear.”
Christian the heartbreaker. Dressed in a well-fitted button-down shirt, tailored slacks and expensive shoes, he looked like a page out of GQ magazine. The boatload of charm, swagger to spare and dark, devastating good looks definitely allowed him to call the shots. But Kayla only had eyes for one man. And Nico had his own potent combination of raw sex appeal. “I didn’t say I want to date him.” She squeezed the inside of his upper thigh and got rewarded with a handful of muscle fiber.
“Hey, I’m just trying to spare you the heartache.”
She studied his somber face, speculated the meaning behind those words. “Are you talking about him or you?”
Nico remained silent for a beat. Guess she’d been right about the loaded statement. “Forget it, alright?” he said, avoiding eye contact.
She daringly draped her leg over his. “I don’t want your cousin,” she said, forcing him to look at her. They stared each other down.
“What do you want?” His voice had a husky timbre to it.
Everything . You . She wouldn’t drop that on him. Not until he could handle it. Kayla ruffled his spikes. “You need a haircut. Why don’t you let me do it?”
“What? Cut my hair?” Are-you-kidding-me etched his face.
“You asked what I want.” She laughed at his horrified expression. “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.”
One brow arched up. He wasn’t convinced. “Do you?”
There were plenty of things he didn’t know about her. He had no idea who he was dealing with. “Yeah. Sofia is a stylist.”
“Then maybe your sister should cut my hair.”
She laughed hard. “I learned from the best. And anyway, it’s just a trim. I won’t mess it up.”
He lifted his hand and patted his spikes. “I’m very picky about my hair.”
“Just your hair?”
“Fine,” he croaked. “I’ll let you trim it. But if you leave any bald spots…”
She loved how he tried to intimidate her. Sparring with him felt like foreplay. It got her all warm and sticky. “You’ll what?”
Nico shook his head. “Just don’t leave any bald spots,” he gritted out.
She tried not to laugh at his grim face. “Please. By the time I get done with you, you’ll be begging me to do it again.”
A hint of a smile threatened his lips. He opened his mouth to say something, but must have decided against it. Nico stood. He polished off the rest of his beer. She watched him, her eyes riveted on his throat. “Give it to me,” she said, removing the empty bottle from his grip. “You have a decent pair of scissors?” She went to the kitchen and set their empties on the countertop.
“Yeah,” he replied with one hand jammed in his front pocket. “Where do you want to do it?”
Her gaze slid to his. The question had rolled off his lips, his tone thick with sexual undercurrents. At least, that’s what she’d heard. “The bathroom?”
“Fine. Let’s use the one in my bedroom.”
Bedroom . She liked the idea. A lot. “Lead the way.”
Nico went to his dresser and retrieved a pair of scissors from the top drawer. “Anything else?” He handed them to her.
She inspected the blades. Perfect. “Go sit on the bowl,” she said, indicating the adjoining bathroom. Kayla swiped a comb off the top of the dresser.
Nico put down the toilet seat and plopped on it. His bathroom wasn’t huge, but then, older houses didn’t offer the spa-like
“Yeah, well, Christian’s a player and Dylan already has a wife.”
Kayla scooted closer, mashed her leg against his. She felt the tension in him, tension she could rid him of so easily. “Don’t be mad at your cousin. He was just teasing you.” She rubbed his denim-clad thigh, trailed her hand dangerously close to his package.
“You don’t know him like I do,” he said, staring at her hand, which just lay there absorbing heat. “If you’re smart, you’ll steer clear.”
Christian the heartbreaker. Dressed in a well-fitted button-down shirt, tailored slacks and expensive shoes, he looked like a page out of GQ magazine. The boatload of charm, swagger to spare and dark, devastating good looks definitely allowed him to call the shots. But Kayla only had eyes for one man. And Nico had his own potent combination of raw sex appeal. “I didn’t say I want to date him.” She squeezed the inside of his upper thigh and got rewarded with a handful of muscle fiber.
“Hey, I’m just trying to spare you the heartache.”
She studied his somber face, speculated the meaning behind those words. “Are you talking about him or you?”
Nico remained silent for a beat. Guess she’d been right about the loaded statement. “Forget it, alright?” he said, avoiding eye contact.
She daringly draped her leg over his. “I don’t want your cousin,” she said, forcing him to look at her. They stared each other down.
“What do you want?” His voice had a husky timbre to it.
Everything . You . She wouldn’t drop that on him. Not until he could handle it. Kayla ruffled his spikes. “You need a haircut. Why don’t you let me do it?”
“What? Cut my hair?” Are-you-kidding-me etched his face.
“You asked what I want.” She laughed at his horrified expression. “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.”
One brow arched up. He wasn’t convinced. “Do you?”
There were plenty of things he didn’t know about her. He had no idea who he was dealing with. “Yeah. Sofia is a stylist.”
“Then maybe your sister should cut my hair.”
She laughed hard. “I learned from the best. And anyway, it’s just a trim. I won’t mess it up.”
He lifted his hand and patted his spikes. “I’m very picky about my hair.”
“Just your hair?”
“Fine,” he croaked. “I’ll let you trim it. But if you leave any bald spots…”
She loved how he tried to intimidate her. Sparring with him felt like foreplay. It got her all warm and sticky. “You’ll what?”
Nico shook his head. “Just don’t leave any bald spots,” he gritted out.
She tried not to laugh at his grim face. “Please. By the time I get done with you, you’ll be begging me to do it again.”
A hint of a smile threatened his lips. He opened his mouth to say something, but must have decided against it. Nico stood. He polished off the rest of his beer. She watched him, her eyes riveted on his throat. “Give it to me,” she said, removing the empty bottle from his grip. “You have a decent pair of scissors?” She went to the kitchen and set their empties on the countertop.
“Yeah,” he replied with one hand jammed in his front pocket. “Where do you want to do it?”
Her gaze slid to his. The question had rolled off his lips, his tone thick with sexual undercurrents. At least, that’s what she’d heard. “The bathroom?”
“Fine. Let’s use the one in my bedroom.”
Bedroom . She liked the idea. A lot. “Lead the way.”
Nico went to his dresser and retrieved a pair of scissors from the top drawer. “Anything else?” He handed them to her.
She inspected the blades. Perfect. “Go sit on the bowl,” she said, indicating the adjoining bathroom. Kayla swiped a comb off the top of the dresser.
Nico put down the toilet seat and plopped on it. His bathroom wasn’t huge, but then, older houses didn’t offer the spa-like
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