Page 24 of Counting On You

Could she be a nun?

I so would do one, love addict or not. Except…she can’t be. She has a confidence about her that not every woman possesses.

I think of her fiery, hazel eyes and feel my cock hardening again.

Goddammit.

A door opening and closing registers in the periphery of my mind, then footsteps—light and wary.

It’sher.

I know it with certainty because of the way my body reacts. Every muscle tenses and my heart begins to pump more blood directly to my crotch.

Maybe she’s changed her mind and is about to ask for a little merry welcome party in my bedroom. The possibility gets me excited, makes me realize maybe this place isn’t as bad as I initially thought.

The footsteps stop in front of my door. There’s a slight pause, as if she’s hesitating, plucking up the courage.

Finally, a knock?strong for a woman her size.

With a grin, I jump up, but as I open the door, I know with certainty that our little party will never happen.

The surprise is short, but it wipes my grin right off my face.

Fuck, the angry frown on her face makes her even more beautiful. She doesn’t turn her head away. She doesn’t glance at my dick or at my chest, two of my best features. Her eyes are focused solely on mine?penetrating and intense, and a hell of a lot challenging.

“Can you please, for the love of God, put something on?” she says with disdain, as if my nakedness is annoying, something to be avoided.

She even sounds bored.

“Why?”

She scowls, her gaze not leaving mine. “Because it’s rude to run around naked.”

I cock my head to the side, taking her in from head to toe. I cannot help but smile. “What are you?”

“What am I?”

“A nun?”

For a moment, she seems taken aback. “I’m sorry?”

“Are you a nun?”

She stares at me blankly before her brows shoot upward. “Wow. You’re a jerk with a capital J. What are you going to ask me next? Whether I’m the maid? Because I bet that’s the fantasy playing now right before your eyes.”

I let out a snort.

She has no idea.

Really, I just can’t help myself. She isn’t just hot; she’s funny, too. That’s a sexy combination.

“Well, are you?” I prompt.

She scowls. “No, obviously.”

“That’s too bad.” I cross my arms over my chest as I regard her with the kind of look that’s melted many panties. “I’ve been wondering if you’re—”

“A nun? Into women? Something like that?” She looks at me, her hazel eyes shimmering with anger. “Why? Because I don’t like seeing you naked? Big newsflash. I’m none of those things. I’m just not impressed, that’s all.”

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