Page 37 of Into These Eyes
She takes a deep breath and lets it out on a long, pleasant sigh. “I like this,” she says so softly I almost miss it.
I barely manage to stop myself from touching my lips to the top of her head. But I don’t manage to keep my mouth shut. “I like it, too.”
She looks up at me with a smile that lights up her stunning face. Then she releases her hold on my waist and slowly runs her hands over my pecs before letting out a little groan of pleasure.Christ. I’m in trouble here.
“You’re so strong and hard,” she murmurs. “I think you’re turning me on, Gavin Lake.” She quickly covers her mouth and giggles. “Oops. I’m not supposed to say that, am I?”
Fuck.
In the nick of time, our Uber pulls up alongside us.
Extracting her hands from my chest is excruciating, but I do it before she feels just how hard I’m getting elsewhere. I reach around her and open the door, helping her in before I climb in beside her while she moves over.
But she doesn’t move to the other side of the car. The moment I settle in beside her, she cozies up to me. I’m not sure I can survive all this touching.
“Seatbelts,” the driver says, turning to look at us, his eyes grazing over Jamie’s bare thighs where her dress has ridden up a little too high.
I glare at him as I tug it down before snapping on our belts.
As the car pulls onto the road, her head drops against my shoulder at an awkward angle. Without thinking, I raise my arm and stretch it across her shoulders. She snuggles into me, her hand reaching across my stomach and resting against my side.
Instead of staring at her alluring bare knees, I turn my gaze out the window and keep it there.
And soak in everything. I honestly never thought I’d be in the position I’m in now. With a beautiful woman’s arm draped across me, her body pressed to mine. I thought I’d lost any chance of this forever. She’s drunk, and the moment she’s sober, this goes away. But for now, I’m going to enjoy it.
She’s tucked her shoulder under my armpit and twisted into me, her heartbeat knocking against my ribs. Her soft breath skims over my shirt, creating a barely detectable movement over the fabric. Strands of her hair tickle my jaw, catching in my beard again.
I’m so sensitive to touch, tohertouch, I literally feel the rush of endorphins spike in my brain.
When the hand against my side uncurls and starts a meandering exploration up my torso, I place my palm on her forearm, stopping her. The touch of my skin against hers takes me by surprise. Sparks shoot up my arm and settle in my stomach. All on their own, my fingertips brush over her skin in small, featherlight circles. She lets out a tiny groan that transfers from her body to mine.
Goddammit, I’m so hard it’s painful. Not that it matters. Even if she was mine, I wouldn’t be doing anything more than what I plan to tonight. Not while she’s in this state. If I ever get to really touch her, I want her undivided attention.
Trying to get some semblance of control, I concentrate on the scenery outside. Within minutes, the car pulls up in front of a neat brick home with a welcoming porch light.
I grip her shoulder and give her a little shake. “Wake up, sleepy head.”
She grumbles before snuggling closer.
“Jamie?” I persist, unbuckling my belt, then hers. “We’re here. Well, at least I think we are.”
The driver looks over his shoulder at Jamie. “You know him, love?”
I glance at Jamie, who’s staring at me with confusion.
“You safe with this guy?” he asks with concern.
As her gaze flicks to the driver, I lean in and whisper in her ear, “Tell him I’m your boyfriend.”
Coming to life again, she giggles. “He’s my boyfriend. Gavin Lake, the man I hate, is my boyfriend.”
My whole body stiffens.
“You hate your boyfriend?” the driver asks.
“Oh!” she says, turning to me with sudden excitement. “That reminds me of something.”
“What’s that?” I reluctantly ask before I open the door.
