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Yeah, right.” I snort. “I’m not even watching.”
    “ I know, I was being sarcastic.” Her pink lips curl up on one side slightly. “I hate to break it to you, Samuel, but I’m no Hollywood movie.”
    That ’s because Hollywood has nothing on your beauty.
    “ It’s the yoga pants,” I admit. “They’re kind of tight, and distracting.”
    “ They’re supposed to be tight.” She laughs. “It’s the point of them.”
    “ Yeah, well.” I swallow.
    “ You’re an ass kinda guy, aren’t you?”
    I ’m a Jen kinda guy.
    “ If I can grab it, then it’s my kinda thing.” I shrug it off.
    “ Then grab it,” she challenges, standing up.
    “ I’m sorry?” I blink. Did I just hear her right?
    “ I’ll admit, I’m intrigued. Is my ass your kinda thing? Find out.” She shrugs and glances down at me over her shoulder. “Are you scared, Samuel? It’s just my pretty little derrière – nothing to worry about. It won’t swallow you whole or anything.”
    Her ass is practically in my face. There ’s a strip of creamy skin between where her top doesn’t quite meet the waistband of the yoga pants and it’s begging me to run my finger along it. I clench my fists.
    “ It’s probably best I don’t,” I grind out.
    “ No, no, I want you to.” She wiggles it slightly, flashing a playful grin over her shoulder.
    That does it.
    I shove the cushion off and stand behind her. I put my hands on her hips and slowly run them round, cupping her ass cheeks. They sit perfectly in my hands, and I get even harder imagining what it would feel like to hold her with nothing between our skin.
    “ I think,” I whisper in a hoarse voice, putting my mouth near her ear. “That your ass is most definitely my kinda ass.”
    I creep my thumbs up and run them along the bare strip of skin, trying my hardest not to hook them inside the yoga pants and peel them away. Her body jolts a little at the contact, and I hear her breathing pick up speed.
    No matter how she fights it, this attraction is more than fucking mutual.

JEN

    My heart is going crazy , and I’m wondering what the fuck has come over me. Am I still drunk? Asking the guy I’ve been drooling over for months and months to touch my ass is crazy shit, even for me.
    His thumbs touch my bare skin , and I swear to god, I stop breathing. Prepare the coffin, I’m going six foot under.
    My sk in is on fire where he’s touching it. Sparks are igniting like its firework night and they’re all exploding in a mass of pheromones. I remember to breathe, and it leaves me suddenly, my chest heaving.
    “ I should go.” Bing steps back, and I want to scream. I want to grab him, rip off that t-shirt, and scream at him to stay.
    Stay. Don ’t go. Stay here and show me if I’m your kind of girl.
    I nod and close my eyes for a second. I hear the door open , and I turn.
    “ Bing?” I ask tentatively, my voice low and sensual in a way I’ve never heard.
    “ Jen?” He turns with a swallow.
    I run across the room and hug him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He holds me back, his arms embracing me tightly and holding me against him. Need crackles between us and I step back.
    “Thank you. For last night. You didn’t need to do that.” I say without looking at him.
    “ Any time,” he answers, walking backwards slowly. “Any time you need me, call, and I’ll be there.”
    I look up, and he ’s gone.

Chapter Four

JEN

    The snow is still thick on the ground and I watch with a grumpy face as even more flakes fall. This is England. Where’s the damn rain?
    My leg shakes and I shake my head in the same timing. I am not going out in that alone. Food shopping be damned. I have... Er... Three pieces of bread, a tin of beans, six packets of crisps, a chocolate biscuit, and a bit of mouldy cheese.
    Maybe the food shopping won ’t be damned today.
    I need to buy a car. Like, really. This is where it ’s inconvenient Lexy isn’t around – she usually takes me on a Saturday