Page 33 of Make Me Yours
Maybe I need to stop playing it safe and finally tell her how I feel.
No more holding back or waiting for just the right moment.
Decision made, I throw off the covers before scrubbing a hand over my face and then stalking out of my room.
Her door is cracked open.
Just as I’m about to knock, a sound that’s barely audible catches my attention. It doesn’t register at first, but then it happens again, and my entire body locks up.
Did she just…
My heart slams against my ribs as every muscle coils tight.
No way.
I must have imagined it.
My brain is playing tricks on me.
It’s official, I’m losing it.
But then it repeats, and my pulse skyrockets. Heat floods my system, molten and raw, as a dark, possessive surge overtakes me.
Holyfuck.
Is she doing what I think she’s doing?
That’s all it takes for a war to break out in my head.
If I had an ounce of decency, I’d turn around, crawl back into bed, and pretend I have no idea what’s happening behind Lilah’s door.
Instead, I push it open just enough to see if I’m right.
The room is bathed in shadows. The silvery glow from the full moon spills through the blinds, illuminating just enough for the image of her to get singed into my brain.
The sheets are tangled around her legs and one hand grips the pillow as the other disappears beneath the fabric of her panties.
My gut twists as heat coils low in my belly.
She’s stunning.
And so completely lost in what she’s doing that she doesn’t realize she’s no longer alone.
I can’t tear my eyes away from the picture she makes.
I brace a hand against the doorframe and try to get control of myself.
What I’d like to know is who she’s thinking about.
It better not be Devon.
Or is there some other asshole who’s not even on my radar?
My hand fists at my side at the possibility.
But then I hear my name whispered from her lips. The sound is like a wrecking ball to my fragile restraint, and I still as the world stops spinning.
Every sharp inhale she takes, every small movement, every sigh, is all for me.
