Page 118 of Don't Take the Girl
"What?" the question slips out before I can stop it, barely a whisper.
He moves around the bed slowly, predatorily, until he's standing beside me, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from his skin. "Touch you," he says simply. "Everywhere. Until you remember exactly how good we are together."
My breath catches. "London..."
"But you said slow," he continues, voice dropping to that rumble that makes my insides melt. "So I'm being good. Even though right now, with you on my bed, looking at me like that, being good is the last thing I want to be. I want you in the worst way."
I swallow hard, my hands fisting in his comforter. "Maybe I'm tired of slow."
The admission hangs in the air between us, heavy with possibility. His jaw tightens, as his control wavers.
"Don't say things like that unless you mean them, heartbreaker,"he warns. "Because I've been holding back, and my restraint isn't infinite."
I lean back on my elbows, the movement deliberate, knowing exactly what it does to the neckline of my shirt. "Who says I don't mean it?"
He makes a sound low in his throat, somewhere between a growl and a groan. "You're killing me."
"Good," I say, surprised by my own boldness. "Now, are you going to get dressed, or are we going to be late for this appointment because you're too busy showing off?"
His grin is pure sin. "Oh, I'm definitely showing off. The question is...are you complaining?"
"I didn't say that," I murmur then flash him a wicked smile. "But we really should go. Wouldn't want to keep the doctor waiting."
I stand up from the bed and brush past him toward the door, making sure to let my fingers trail across his chest as I pass. "Besides," I add, glancing back over my shoulder with deliberate innocence, "I'll have plenty of time to look later."
The sharp intake of breath behind me tells me I've won this round.
London: Is that MY t-shirt?
I don't even needto look down to know that it is.
Laney: Maybe… It looks better on me, though.
London: You literally stole it from my room this morning.
I smile as I set my phone down to take out my earrings. This morning, while he was giving me a show before our appointment, I snuck the shirt that was crumpled up on his bed into my bag.
Laney: I don't like the word stole. I prefer "borrowed indefinitely."
London: I want it back.
My eyes narrow on my screen. He's never once asked for his clothes back.
Laney: I thought you like it when I wear your things.
London: You look incredible in anything you wear, but my favorite is when you're wearing nothing at all.
London: Come on, heartbreaker. Take it off. It's only fair. I showed you mine, now you show me yours.
Laney: Don't you have something better to do than watch me through your window?
It's a tease. I know I'm stoking the fire, but I like how easily I can get him riled up. Plus, he's right. After his show this morning, it's only fair I get him hot and bothered.
London: Nope. Watching you put lotion on every night are my plans.
Laney: Such a creeper.
London: This coming from the girl who has left her curtains open on purpose since high school.
