Page 147 of Anti-Hero

I cough, caught mid-sip, then guzzle some more water to clear my throat. I said it as a joke. I wasn’t expecting her to answer, let alone in the affirmative.

We stare at each other.

Collins hasn’t initiated anything sexual since that night on her parents’ couch. But her gaze drops, very deliberately, and sudden hope flares in my chest.

“Do I have something on my dick?” I ask innocently.

“I can’t tell with your pants on.”

I smirk, abandoning my water bottle on the counter and closing the few feet of distance between us.

Her head tilts back to hold eye contact, lips parting to release the sexiest little whimper when my growing erection presses against her stomach.

She’s naked under this, I think.

She’s naked.

She’s naked.

“Should I take them off, then?” I ask.

“Yes, please,” she whispers.

I raise a hand, rubbing my thumb along the line of her jaw. Her head tilts back even farther, auburn strands brushing against my wrist. The reddish tint to her hair is barely noticeable, unless you’re looking closely.

I’m looking closely.

“So polite,” I muse. “Remember when you used to argue with every single word I said?”

My thigh presses between hers, and her breathing quickens. She reaches for my tie, loosening it enough to tug it over my head before working her way down the buttons of my shirt.

I grunt when her hands find my bare stomach, fingers lingering in the ridges of my abs.

“It’s so unfair that you look likethis,” she bemoans. “So unfair.”

I grin. “Andyou’ve stopped shredding my ego for sport? Excellent.”

“Whyare your pants still on?”

“Uh, because I wasn’t planning on fucking you in our kitchen?”

That appears to be her plan though.

Collins rises up on her tiptoes, looping her arms behind my neck and colliding our mouths together impatiently. I groan into her mouth, and she tugs on my bottom lip with her teeth.

I can barely think straight.

I’ve spent the past five months fucking my hand to memories of fucking this girl. Six years before that, fantasizing about fucking her. There are too many places I want to touch her. Too many ways I want to tease her. And all I can focus on is the blinding need blazing through my body in response to the green light she’s giving me.

She gasps for air when my lips leave hers, my tongue swiping a wet path down the side of her neck. Her hands grab my bicepsfor balance when my hands sneak under her flimsy robe, cupping her ass and tilting her pelvis so it connects more solidly with mine.

“I, uh, I’m more pregnant.”

I have no clue what that means. “Are you actually worried I’m going to knock you up again? I don’t think that’s physically possible, but it sure won’t be for lack of trying.”

Collins rolls her eyes. “I mean … my body’s different. I don’t look like you’re … used to. Like I did last time.”

Realization hits.

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