Page 24 of Shiver

She leaves me with so many questions and no answers. I don’t even know why I’m still thinking about her. Up to this point, she’s made it extremely clear that she doesn’t like me. Hell, she barely even tolerates me, yet she showed up at my home. And here I am, hoping that she’s changed her mind about me.

Peering back at the TV, I do my best to focus on the play-by-play on the screen, wishful for anything to take my mind off Samara, but not even sports are working.

My dick stiffens in my sweats as I think about how maddeningly sexy it is that she doesn’t put up with my bullshit.

I know very little about her, and that fact alone keeps drawing me right in. She’s like a silk weaver. Beautiful and dangerous, just the same.

I’d love to get tangled in her web, but something tells me that if I did,I’d never find my way out.

Chapter twenty-one

Samara

My skin feels sticky with sweat, and there’s a pounding in the base of my skull that won’t let up. I’ve been tossing and turning for over an hour, unable to sleep despite the unyielding exhaustion that’s settled into my bones.

It was ungodly hot today, and every cell in my body feels swollen from the heat. My ankles are the size of cantaloupes, and I feel overheated and entirely too uncomfortable to sleep.

I’ve stripped down to nothing but my panties, and somehow, I amstillhot.

Unfortunately, I’m not able to dissociate enough to even pretend I don’t know what’s really happening here.

Ever since Luca texted me, I can’t stop thinking about how good he looked shirtless. Granted, he had a child on his chest, but that didn’t keep me from noticing his corded arms and washboard abs.

Even his ass looked perky in those sweats, and I keep trying—and failing—to tell myself that the girthy length I saw in the front of his pants was his phone.

Sadly, my pussy doesn’t seem to have gotten the memo that we’re actively avoiding thoughts of this man.

My hand slips down my soft tummy, my fingers toying with the delicate lace of my panties.

Maybe if I just make myself come, I’ll be able to sleep.

I’m sure it isn’t reallyLucawho’s causing my thoughts to be in such disarray. It’s merely that he’s the most attractive man I’ve seenrecently,and my mind has snagged on that.

That absolutelyhasto be it.

I reach for the massive pump bottle of lube on my nightstand, and sigh against my pillows as my fingers slide under the soft fabric, making their way to my center.

Groaning, I press my middle finger over my aching clit, applying just the right amount of pressure as I close my eyes.

Chapter twenty-two

Luca

My dick springs free as I lower my sweats down my thighs. Gripping myself at the shaft, I give it a tight squeeze, and my eyes nearly roll in the back of my head from the pressure.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

I stroke myself from base to tip, switching up my pace as I close my eyes. I haven’t come in weeks.

I need this.

As my balls start to tighten and my thighs clench from the pleasure building, I can’t help but think ofher.

How her dark eyes would look glazed over from the pleasure I’d make sure she’d had before she even thought about taking care of me. How her plump wet lips would look wrapped around my cock as she filled her throat with it.

I’d run my fingers through her thick coils, gripping her roots and making her take me all the way to the hilt.

But I wouldn’t come like this.

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