Her pert ass is in the air, almost sticking out of the bottom of her pajamas that are getting to be way too small for her.
It’s like she’s trying to fucking kill me.
“Can’t believe you dropped your pizza. First, that’s rude because it’spizza. Second, now I’ll probably have to steam clean the rug.” She looks at me over her shoulder. “Oh, good. You got a towel.”
I don’t move.
I can’t.
If I move, I’ll do something stupid like pick her up and carry her to my bedroom.
She looks like a wet fucking dream right now, and it’s taking everything I have not to act on my impulses.
“Hello.” She holds her hand out. “Towel, please.”
“Get up.”
Her brows pinch together. “Huh?”
“Get. Up.”
She groans, pushing herself to her feet. “Ugh, bossy much?”
I shove past her, dropping in front of her to finish cleaning up the mess.
It’s a bad idea.
A bad,badidea.
Her knees are red from pressing against the hardwood.
The only time I want to see her knees red is when she’s on them for me.
The thought slams into me, and I try to block out the images that come along with it.
“Seriously, what is your damage? First you’re being a jerk about the first guy who is actually interested in dating me in I don’t know how long. Now you’re being one becauseyoudropped pizza on the floor. I don’t even understand what’s up with you tonight. It’s like—”
Her words die on her tongue.
Because my hand is now wrapped around her right ankle.
She inhales a sharp breath, and I dare a peek up at her.
She’s staring down at me with cautious eyes.
Cautious eyes that are filled with an ache.
Not dropping eye contact, I drag my hand higher, ghosting my fingers up her calf.
When I stop at her knee, she’s barely breathing.
I run my fingertips over the redness, hating to see her marked up because of my stupid mistake. I don’t know what possesses me to do it, but I lean forward and press a gentle kiss to the spot.
Soft.That’s how her skin feels.
Just like her lips, which are now parted on a sweet sigh, felt.
She swallows thickly, eyes darkening.