Page 43 of Spin The Bottle
She rolls her eyes, setting the glass on the counter. “We both know you didn’t come all the way here to give me my stuff. Why did you even keep it?”
I shrug, deciding to be honest with her. “I wanted to see you again.”
My eyes trace the movement of her throat when she gulps, licking her lips. “I told you I don’t do repeats.”
Trust me, I can’t stop thinking about it. “I know.”
“I said I couldn’t do this again, Aiden.”
There’s no way I can stop the smirk that’s currently on my lips. “Couldn’t, huh? Not didn’t want to.”
“Aiden.”
“I’ve been racking my brain over what happened between us the other night, and I know you liked it. I know you wanted me.”
“Of course I did,” she admits. “For a night.”
“So this is your thing?” I ask her straight up. “You sleep with guys and then leave. Never see them again?”
Her brows raise, a frown painted on her lips. “Don’t you do the same?” Well shit. “I don’t see why you’d have a problem with that.”
“I didn’t think I would, but when it comes to me? Fuck yes, I have a problem with it.”
She sighs. “I don’t get why you’re so hung up on this.”
I take a step forward, watching as she stills. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
She presses her lips together, almost stopping herself from speaking. She shakes her head and lets out a breath. “That will pass.”
“I doubt it.”
“You just need to get laid,” she tells me which makes my pulse skyrocket.
“Can’t do that.”
“Why not?” she teases, smirking. “Lost your mojo?”
I almost laugh, loving when she teases me, but I shake my head instead. “I can’t stand the thought of sleeping with some other girl when I’d just be comparing her to you.” I watch as her lips part and her breathing gets faster. “I’d picture your breathy moans under me, the way those big, round, green eyes have lived in my mind for weeks, there’s no way I could think of anyone else when all I see is your flushed cheeks and the way you moaned my name.”
“You don’t think that,” she forces out after a few seconds of silence ticking between us.
A breathy laugh escapes me when I step even closer to her. “I do.” My eyes drift down to where she’s gripping the edge of the sink behind her, almost having to hold on. She’s so damn pretty, dressed in an oversized white shirt and some little shorts underneath.
“I don’t do relationships,” she spits out, all breathless.
“Neither do I,” I tell her, looking down at those sour green eyes. “Basketball takes up all of my time,” I admit. “I’m not talking about a relationship, Leila. I don’t even know what one would look like.”
“Then what?” Her tongue pokes out, running over her bottom lip. I’m dying to taste her lips again.
I cup her face, loving how she melts into my touch, and looks up at me. “We had fun, right?” Those beautiful eyes stare back at me for a second before she nods, licking her lips again. I do something a little risky and graze my fingers along the material of her shirt, unbuttoning the first button. The little gasp I elicit from her making me lose focus. “We had so much fucking fun.” I unbutton the second button, the edge of a lace bra peeking through.
“What do you say we make this a regular thing?” I ask her, unbuttoning another button.
She stills, sucking in a breath when she places her hand on top of mine, stopping me. I think I’ve gone too far, scared her off when she says, “Like friends with benefits?”
I shrug. “Something like that.”
“I’ve never done that before,” she admits, her honeyed breathy voice making my dick hard.
