Page 117 of Unsuitable

I love how modest he is about this.

He reaches out, taking ahold of my hand, and pulls me into his body. He wraps his arms around me and brings his lips down to mine.

He softly kisses me, brushing his lips back and forth over mine. It’s a teasing kiss. A kiss with a promise of more. He gives a gentle sweep of his tongue over my lower lip, eliciting a soft moan from me. My hands grip his waist. He grazes his teeth over that same bottom lip, and then all too soon, he’s moving his lips from mine. I almost grumble in displeasure.

“Your turn,” he says, a husky lilt to his voice.

“For what? More kisses? Because I could totally go for that.”

He laughs softly and rubs his nose over mine. “More parkour.”

“Oh, that.” I give an exaggerated groan. “You sure you don’t want to kiss some more?”

He presses his lips to mine again. “If I kissed you as often as I wanted to, I’d never get anything done,” he murmurs against my mouth.

“I could live with that.”

His laughter rumbles against my lips. I smile, loving the sound and feel.

“Come on.” He gives my butt a light slap, making me jump, before he releases me.

“So, what am I doing?” I ask, following him over to the pommel horse.

“I want you to jump this.” He taps the pommel horse with his knuckles.

“Um”—my eyes go to the pommel horse and then back to him—“are you insane?”

He laughs. “Not certifiably but quite possibly borderline.”

“Funny,” I deadpan. “But no bloody way am I jumping that thing.”

“Why not?”

“Because I like breathing. And I’d like to see Jesse finish school and go to university and graduate, at the very least.”

He laughs again, and it rumbles through his chest. “You won’t kill yourself from jumping this, Daisy.”

I fold my arms over my chest. “Maybe not kill myself but very likely break my neck.”

The laughter starts back up again, his whole body shaking with it.

And, now, I’m fighting a smile because of the infectious sound of it.

Bastard.

His shining eyes meet mine, and he walks over to me. “You won’t hurt yourself, gorgeous, I promise.”

He called me gorgeous.

I puddle.

Yeah, I’m that girl right now.

I clear the simpering girl out of me and stare up at him with a slight frown on my face. “Well, if I do break my neck, I’ll expect sick pay for the rest of my paralyzed life.”

I can see he’s fighting a smile.

“Deal.”