Heat blasted up her neck and into her cheeks. “No,” she said primly. “I am in a committed relationship. Therefore, I have no need for threesomes, foursomes or moresomes. You are all I want.”
“Glad to hear it and ditto.” He pushed back her hair and she smiled, rubbing her cheek over his palm. Thank God this conversation was over.
“But, you know, that doesn’t mean we can’t ever experiment. Just as an one-off thing.” His nonchalant tone didn’t fool her for a minute.
She looked up at him, unable to hide her shock. “You really want to do this? You want to see me and Cole…again? And you want to…with Van? Maybe even me and Van—” She couldn’t even speak around the embarrassment clenching her throat. As far as they’d come in the past year, she still had her shy moments. This qualified. “I’m not a lesbian.”
“No one said you were,” he soothed. “You can do what you want, honey. I’m j
ust saying, if you wanted to try something new, I’m game.”
“Of course you are,” she muttered. Damn, men were all the same. Complete horndogs.
She, on the other hand, was not getting the least bit wet at the idea of getting to be with Cole again. With Des watching. Even with Van watching.
Maybe she was a freak.
“It wouldn’t change anything with us. One night, then it would be back to business as usual.” He tucked one of her curls behind her ear. “Maybe then Cole and Van would finally stop filling this place up with so much sexual tension. It’s really distracting.”
“Only if you’re a pervert at heart. And y’all are, every one of you.”
Des brushed a kiss over the top of her head. “You aren’t? What the hell are you doing with me?”
She couldn’t help laughing. “I love you.” She swallowed and lowered her gaze to the small heart promise ring she wore on her left hand. They were engaged to be engaged, as he’d said. She looked at that ring so much it was a miracle the diamond hadn’t popped out yet from the force of her stare. “I want to make you happy.”
“Hey, hey. Look at me.” He cupped her face in his palms, his sea-colored eyes steady on hers. “You do. Every day. Every minute. You’re more than enough for me. Forever.”
Hearing that, believing it, made it so much easier to pursue the things she was curious about, even if she couldn’t quite admit them to him—or herself. “It’s the same for me.”
“I know, baby. That’s why there isn’t anything we can’t try together. Nothing will harm what we have. It’s not possible.”
Wendy lowered her lashes. “Maybe Cole won’t want to.”
They both laughed at the ridiculousness of that statement. Yeah-freaking-right. Cole was up—literally—for everything.
“Okay,” she whispered, meeting Des’s gaze. Every emotion she needed to see resided in those warm blue-green depths. Affection. Trust. Love. “Talk to Cole.”
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