Page 108 of Sweet Hate
My eyes flicker down to her legs. And that’s when I see it.
Fuck me. She’s got me again. Why the hell didn’t I listen to her?
These pants leave nothing to the imagination. And I meannothing. How did this tiny scrap of lace stop them from doingthat.
Hell no. There’s no way I’m going to allow Lucas to see my girl’s pussy.
I ram the panties into the pocket of my jeans and shrug off my leather jacket, tossing it to the floor. Without a second thought, I rip off my shirt and hold it out to her.
“Put this on.”
She’s momentarily distracted, her eyes roaming my bare chest, so I give my pecs a little flex before she realizes what I said, and she stares up at me with a glare.
“What? No! I can’t wear this, it’ll look ridiculous. Besides, you can’t work like…that!” She waves her palm at my abs, her cheeks bright pink now.
“Haven, put it on before I do it for you.”
“Ugh, fine, you ridiculous Neanderthal,” she rips it from my hand and pulls it on over her head in angry, jerky movements.
You don’t know the half of it.
I love that she’s now in my shirt, smelling like me, with my firehouse logo draped across her big tits. Lucas or any other asshole around here will have no doubt who this woman belongs to.
Maybe there is a method to my madness after all.
We just stand there staring at each other silently until Lucas shouts from the other room.
“Uh, are you guys decent?”
Haven mouths,What the hell?at me, her eyes widening in alarm, before pointedly looking at my abs.
The urge to laugh bubbles up inside me again. I feel lighter than I have in years.
“Yeah, man. What’s up?”
He strides in, stopping short in the doorway, his eyes flicking between Haven and my bare chest.
“Well, I mean, one of you is decent, I guess?” a shit eatinggrin spreads across his features. “Don’t worry, I won’t ask. I have ears after all. I thought it might be fun if we all went to the diner and grabbed some breakfast. I’m starving, and I’m pretty sure you two worked up an appetite.”
“I could eat,” I grin at Haven.Not sure it was a diner breakfast I had in mind, though.
If I thought Haven was blushing before, that’s nothing on how red her face is right now. But I won’t lie—I love the idea of us sitting at the diner with her in my shirt for the world to see.
“Count us in. Let me just run upstairs and grab a shirt.”
I toss a wink at Haven, who is rooted to the same spot, her mouth open in a perfect little O, and run out the door before she gives me ideas.
I quickly toss a new shirt on and open my apartment door to find Haven waiting on the staircase.
“Are you out of your damn mind, Axel? Why the hell would you agree to breakfast when I’m dressed like this?”
“You look fine to me. Better than fine, actually.”
“Axel, be serious. I’m in your firehouse shirt with no freakin’ panties on. What’s the whole town going to say? I need to learn to say no to your stupid ass.”
I prowl toward her and grip her chin.
“Haven, I’m past caring about what anyone thinks about me in this town, and I suggest you do the same. You look fucking beautiful. Besides, no one but us will know you’re sitting there bare and dripping for me. They’ll just assume you spilled something on your top and borrowed a shirt.”
