Page 90 of Mr. Wrong Number

“Mm... button.” I pulled my mouth free but that just made him bite my neck, which made me moan, “God, isn’t there an elevator stop button, Col?”

He lifted his head long enough to say, “You want to stop the elevator?”

I looked into his eyes, and he looked disoriented and disheveled and absolutely delicious.

I just nodded.

Which made his nostrils flare and his eyes ignite.

And then the damned elevator dinged.

I jumped out of his arms and ran a hand over my hair as the doors opened and yes, we were still just in the garage. A man in hospital scrubs smiled at us as he got in and pushed the button to my floor.

Awesome. Apparently we were neighbors.

I looked down at the floor as the elevator went up. If I looked at Colin I’d either laugh, shrivel up in embarrassment, or just jump on him, witness be damned. Not that I particularly cared what my doctor neighbor thought of me, but my terrible clearly-about-to-have-sex-in-the-elevator neighborly first impression was a symptom of a bigger problem.

I couldn’t say no to Colin anymore.

No matter what I said about us, all he had to do was touch me or kiss me or flirt in that deep, sexy tone, and I would follow him into a fathomless ocean and I literally couldn’t swim. (Ask my mother—she was still pissed that she’d paid for five years of childhood swimming lessons where I’d refused to go in the deep end. That was her legendary beef with me.)

But it wasn’t just that Colin had the upper hand in this whole fling, it was that I hadnohand.

Not even a strong pinkie finger.

I glanced up and he was leaning against the wall, just staring at me with a look so scaldingly hot that my muscles all turned to jelly. I swallowed before returning my gaze back to the floor.

This just wouldn’t do.

I looked at the illuminated elevator numbers out of the corner of my eye—two more floors.

And as we rode up those last two floors, I came up with a plan of protection.

See, the problem, in my opinion, was that all of it was too much at once.

If it were just sex, I could handle it because it was purely physical.

If it were just a date, I could handle it because it was purely fun.

If I kept them separate, I thought I could somehow manage to keep feelings from growing too big and overtaking everything else. I was already in way deeper than I should be, but with a little tweaking, maybe I would be okay.

Colin

We stepped out of the elevator behind the guy, and I wondered if he’d been able to feel how badly I wanted to wring his fucking neck. Technically he’d done nothing wrong, but Liv had just told me to stop the elevator.

She’d wanted to have sex with me in the elevator, and I’d damn near dropped to my knees when the power of her nod landed a killer punch to my midsection.

“I had a great time tonight,” Olivia said, smiling over at me as we walked down the hall toward her apartment.

“Same,” I growled, barely able to talk from how badly I wanted her.

When we got to her door, she took her keys out of her purse and turned toward me, so her back was resting against the door. “Thanks for the incredible dinner. Text me later, okay?”

I was confused for a second, but then I saw the telltale blink.

The biting on the corner of her lip.

She was nervous.

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