Page 19 of Four Letter Feelings

He took another step towards her, and glanced at the screen noting that they only had a few more floors to go before they reached hers.

“Is that what I do to you, Jer? Sexually frustrate you?”

Don’t make a crass joke about the bulge in my pants.

Don’t make a crass joke about the bulge in my pants.

Don’t make a… shit, answer her, she’s staring at you all flirty-like.

“Please tell me this isn’t news to you,” he answered, reaching out and brushing a stray curl out of her face and behind her ear.

“You’ve never wanted me before. Why now? What’s different now?” she demanded.

“I, eh—”

Shit. Say something funny. This damn elevator is going to stop any moment.

“I’m different… for one.”

She snorted.

Double shit. You’re not going to make this easy for me, are you?

The elevator stopped and Jeremy turned towards the open doors as they slid open. When Chelsea didn’t make a move to leave, he glanced back and found her staring at him expectantly.

“Isn’t this your floor?” he asked, confused.

“It is.” She nodded slowly. “But I was giving you a chance to tell me all about how much you’ve supposedly changed.”

The doors closed slowly, but neither of them broke eye contact as the elevator started to ascend to Jeremy’s floor. She glanced down at his lips and in that moment, he knew he had her. The corner of his mouth turned up into a half-smile as he watched her pull her plump bottom lip between her teeth before running her tongue over it.

Fuck it.

“Chelsea Davis, I—” His voice was gravelly and coarse once again as he leaned towards her so their lips were almost touching. He didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence as she tipped her chin closing the distance between their lips. As they kissed, he could feel her whole body relax against the wall of the elevator and as it dinged its arrival at his floor, he cursed as she broke the kiss.

“Now, now, Mr. Lewis,” she drawled, bopping him on the nose with her index finger. “This is your stop.”

“I don’t have your cell number,” he grumbled. “And I don’t even know what room you’re staying in,” he continued, fully aware that he was verging on whining.

She laughed. “This is all true,” she cooed. “I guess you’ll just have to figure something out then, won’t you? I mean, that is, if you want it badly enough, anyway.”

“Oh, believe me,” he sighed. “I want it plenty badly enough.”

He groaned.

“I could tell.” She indicated to his crotch with a nod of her head and a sly smile.

He groaned again. “You’re killin’ me, Chels.” He stepped out of the elevator as she held the door open.

“You don’t have to pursue me, Jer. I’m not forcing you to. You say you want me, then you’re going to have to prove it. I know your game. I’ve been around jocks like you long enough to know you’re only out to get in a girl’s pants and leave. I’m not like that, nor will I ever be. Jeff was one jock too many. I’m not looking for marriage and babies but I won’t be just another notch on your belt either.”

He opened his mouth to throw out a smartass reply, but thought better of it.

“Men like you love the thrill of the chase, Jer. Once you get what you want, you move on to the next chase. That doesn’t fly with me. You want this,” she paused, gesturing to her body. “Prove. It.”

She stepped back and shrugged. “I’m only in town for two more days, Jer!”

The elevator doors closed leaving Jeremy standing with his mouth wide open and his jeans reminding him of just how badly he wanted her. He sighed and shook his head, knowing that if he was going to get anywhere, he’d have to put the work in.

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