If she was trying to turn him on with just her words, it was working.

★ One-Mile and Brea Duet ★

WICKED AS SIN (Wicked & Devoted, Book 1)  →  http://shayla.link/WAS

WICKED EVER AFTER (Wicked & Devoted, Book 2) http://shayla.link/WEA


★ Zyron and Tessa Duet ★

WICKED AS LIES (Wicked & Devoted, Book 3: Available!)  →  http://shayla.link/WAL

WICKED AND TRUE (Wicked & Devoted, Book 4: Coming Mar 23!)  →  http://shayla.link/WAT


Zy nodded, knowing full well that nothing coming out of her mouth resembled anything on her mind, but she was still in responsible mode, still trying to be a perfect non-burden.

He really hated that. She just needed to let go. He’d catch her.

With a sigh, he plucked up a bottle, grabbed a lime from his fridge and a shaker of salt from the cabinet above the stove. Then he withdrew a shot glass and poured. “You at least half done?”

She eyed the plate. “Pretty much. Tequila shots, huh?”

“It will be easy and work fast.”

“I’m game. Let’s do it.”

Zy shook his head. “I’m the responsible one tonight. You go for it.”

“You trying to get me drunk?”

“If life were just about you and me and we had nothing else to consider, would I really need to?”

“No,” she whispered.

He leaned in and looked her straight in the eye. “Good. But I’d never get you drunk for that. I’d want you sober so you could feel every single thing I’d do to your body.”

Tessa’s cheeks lit up fiery red. “Zy…”

“Drink up.”

Obviously, she’d done this before. She licked the back of her hand, poured the salt, knocked back the tequila, tongued the salt from her skin, then sucked the lime, eyes closed and moaning. “Pour me again.”

“When was the last time you drank?”

“Before I found out I was pregnant with Hallie.”

So this wouldn’t take long at all.

They repeated the cycle twice more before he stopped pouring and gauged her level of sobriety. Already he could see her body relaxing and the stress melting from her face as her head slid back, and she closed her eyes with a sigh.

“I know this is a bad idea, but I’m buzzed enough not to care.”

Then she was almost where he wanted her. “Good. One more.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” She socked the shot away with a moan.

“Done eating?”

Tessa nodded quietly and stood. “If it’s okay, I’m just going to stretch out on your sofa and—”

“What about Hallie?” He could hear her stirring in the next room. “Maybe we should talk in the bedroom.”

“You’re sure you’re not trying to get me drunk?” she asked, but this time her voice was sassy.

He liked it.

Grabbing her hand, he led her past the playpen and through the doorway, toward the rumpled bed, and sat her on the edge.

A little smile softened her face. “Thanks. I feel safe here.”

“Yeah?” He loved hearing that. “You are.”

“Your room smells like you. I like it.”

Jesus, if she was trying to turn him on with just her words, it was working.