Page 57 of The Best Kind of Forever
“I don’t. I told her that I didn’t mean to give her the wrong impression, but that I’m happy withyou, Aeris.”
He turned a girl as beautiful as her down…for me?
Look, Hayes could be hiding more from me, but I truly don’t think he is. Trust is a two-way street. We’re never going to get anywhere if I let my insecurities get in the middle of things.
I inch open the slats of his fingers to merge our hands together. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“I trust you. If you say that’s what happened, then that’s what happened.”
He brings the back of my hand to his mouth and plants a kiss between my knuckles. “Are you ready to head home?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
* * *
When we return to Hayes’,I barely have enough energy to stay awake. I’m stuffed from the all-you-can-eat buffet, and I can already feel blisters forming on my feet from the overuse of my heels. The rest of the guys stagger their way to their respective bedrooms.
I’m about to make my way upstairs, but Hayes catches me mid-step.
He removes his suit jacket and lays it on the dining table. “I was hoping we could stay up for a little.”
I yawn, stretching my arms above my head. “Stay up? Why?”
“Why do you think, Aeris? I haven’t been able to stop staring at you the entire night. You, in that tiny dress…fuck. You’ve been driving me crazy.”
“Hayes, I’m bloated and gross and need a shower.”
He stalks toward me with the gait of a ravenous predator. He pulls my face toward his, close enough for our lips to flirt, and I can feel his breath dust over my skin.
“Do you think that’s a turn off for me?” he whispers into my mouth.
“Y-yes?”
The muscles in his upper body coil like a snake waiting to strike. “Try again.”
“You want me like this?” I have a day’s worth of stink on me, and my makeup is starting to rub off.
He leads my hand to the monster tenting the front of his pants. “Does that answer your question?”
Blood rushes to my cheeks as my eyes go wide. And suddenly, lust explodes inside me like a grenade. A grenade that Hayes just pulled the pin to.
“Upstairs. Now,” he growls.
Even despite my off-the-charts libido, I decide to tease him, slowly dragging myself up the stairs as if the mere action is draining every cell of energy in my body. It takes all of Hayes two seconds to break his resolve and chase after me. He spanks me on the ass, and my yelp turns into a bunch of champagne-fueled giggles as I wind-sprint up the steps.
The minute we make it to his bedroom, he slams the door shut, eating up the space between us one intimidating stride at a time. I walk backwards until I hit the edge of the bed, then hoist myself up onto the mattress.
A chord of anticipation thrums inside of me.
“I want you to touch yourself, Aeris.”
I comply immediately, lifting my hips up as one of my hands snakes up to grab my tit. I start to massage my breast, tweaking my nipple through the thin fabric of my dress.
I close my eyes, his voice wading through my ears.
“What do you think about when you touch yourself?”
