Page 15 of In Love with Lewis Prescott
She makes an “oof!” sound as I mutter a curse and an apology, then reach down to grab her arm as she wobbles. I notice she’s not wearing her glasses. Can she even see me clearly? Before I can grab her, she reaches out and her hand clutches between my legs...right on the money.
I instantly still. My eyes go wide as I gawk down at her while she blinks up at me. For the first second her face is groggy...but then recognition sets in. I see it play out in those burnt-umber eyes that are wide as saucers. Her gaze flits from my face to my crotch, back to my face, then my crotch again. When she looks up at me, her eyes are practically bulging out of her head. Then she yanks her hand away, her jaw drops, and a look of horror sets in. She’s fully alert now.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, Lewis, I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry, I didn’t mean to touch your dick—I mean you!”
She covers her face with her hands and stumbles backward down the hallway. My skin is hot enough to melt an iceberg. Well, this is awkward as fuck.
“It’s, um, fine,” I mumble.
As we stand in the hallway facing each other, a handful of feet apart, invisible flames of embarrassment engulf me from head to toe. I must clear my throat a dozen times as she continues to sputter and stammer.
“I just—I’m sorry, I forgot to grab my glasses when I walked out of the bedroom.” She wrings her hands, like they’re wet and she’s frantically trying to dry them.
The movement makes her chest, which is barely contained in the tight tank top she’s wearing, jiggle slightly.
Shit.
I immediately dart my gaze to the floor and think of dirt, rocks, paint, turtles—anything to take my mind off how cute and sexy Harper looks in her pajamas, her boobs almost spilling out of her top...
And that’s when that bastard between my legs starts to act up.
“I should have been more careful,” she says quickly.
I hold up both of my hands at her, forcing a chuckle that sounds more like I’m choking. “Hey, it’s...uh...it’s totally fine.”
I try to smile, but I’m sure my expression looks more deranged than friendly.
With one hand I grip the towel at my waist, as if that’s going to keep my boner from rising up against the flimsy cotton material. I dart my free hand over my crotch, but not before Harper gets an eyeful. Her unblinking stare tells me she definitely saw it.
“I’m just...gonna...” I scurry past her to the bedroom I’m staying in, shut the door behind me, and collapse against it.
And then I stand there, a mix of embarrassment and disbelief whipping through me, freezing me in place. Did that...did that seriously just happen? Did Harper accidentally grab my dick? Did I get hard in front of her, giving her an up close view of my erection?
The pressure below my waist builds. I glance down. Jesus Christ, still? I force out a breath as the ache intensifies. I’m hard as a fucking rock.
I guess I can’t be too surprised. This is my body having a physical reaction to what just happened—to the sight of Harper looking sexy as hell after just rolling out of bed. To the feel of her hand gripping my cock...
I force out a breath through gritted teeth. Fuck. There’s only one way to deal with this.
I yank off my towel, close my eyes, and grip the base of myself. I tug hard at first, as a sort of punishment to myself for being such a goddamn caveman in this moment. That surge of pain in my lower abdomen immediately morphs to pleasure. I bite back a groan. Leaning against the door, my breath catches. This is gonna be quick—as quick as I can make it.
Turns out, it doesn’t take long at all when I replay the image of Harper’s pretty face puffy with sleep, the curve of her ass and hips, the bounce of her perfect tits in my head over and over, like some pervy highlight reel. The deviant part of my brain kicks in, and my mouth waters as I let myself imagine what her nipples taste like. Like heaven, I’m sure.
I tug faster and harder, my breathing turning to desperate pants that I’m trying like hell to keep quiet. When I recall the feel of her gripping me, how silky her skin felt when she crashed into my bare chest, I’m instantly on edge. Soon my mind wanders to a place I know it shouldn’t go... I wonder if those soft and delicate hands of hers would be this rough with me. Christ, I fucking hope so.
That thought is what does it. I spill all over on the towel already on the floor. I bite down as hard as I can, swallowing back the groan begging to rip from my throat. But I can’t. No way in hell can I make a single sound right now. I’d die if Harper overheard what I’m doing, if she knew that I was jerking off to her accidentally touching me. Without a doubt, she’d think I’m a freak. Or a deviant. Or both.
When I finally open my eyes, I lean down to pick up the towel and clean up. My skin ignites, a blend of shame and embarrassment hitting me at once. Did I really just do that?
Yup.
I back up to the door once more and let my head fall against the wood, shut my eyes, and groan. It’s not even a full twenty-four hours into living together, and already I’ve embarrassed myself in the worst way.
We’ve got three months of this to go... How the hell am I going to look Harper in the eye after this?
Chapter Five
Harper
