Page 46 of In Love with Lewis Prescott
“Do you miss the city at all?” he asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I take in the bustle of San Francisco at night, something I haven’t seen in the last month that I’ve been gone. Even though it’s the middle of the night, it’s still busy. Vehicles dart in and out of traffic, honking their horns every few seconds. People make their way up and down the street, filtering in and out of the nearby businesses, not paying one of bit of attention to us. I chuckle.
“Yeah, I do miss it.”
“Is it hard being away?”
I shake my head. “I love Half Moon Bay. And as much as I enjoy the vibe of San Francisco, the food, how gorgeous it is, it’s nice to take a break and reset for a while. I’ll live here again someday. I still own an apartment in Nob Hill that I love, despite how tiny it is compared to my grandparents’ house. And it’s easy for me to make it out here when I start to miss it. Like tomorrow, I’ll be here with my cousin to help her shop for wedding dresses. We’ll spend most of the day hitting up some of my favorite places. I’ll get a taste of what I love before heading back to Half Moon Bay.”
Lewis looks down at his feet and shoves his hands in his pockets. “I get that. Sometimes you have to go away for a while and miss where you come from to really appreciate it.”
“Do you feel that way about LA?”
“Not really. LA is fine, I grew up in the area, but after my grandparents died, it’s never really felt like home, honestly. I just live there because it’s more convenient to be closer to most of the major studios and lots. I like San Francisco a lot more. And Half Moon Bay too. The vibe is more on par with what I need right now. Half Moon Bay is more relaxed and laid-back instead of hustling all the time.” He pivots his gaze back to me. “I never thought I’d like hiding out at some coastal town. But I do. And it’s because of you.”
“Because of me?”
The muscle in his jaw bulges slightly while he nods at me. “Yeah. I thought hiding out for three months was gonna suck. But then I met you, and you turned my world upside down in the best way. Living with you, seeing you every day... I’ve never had a better time with anyone, Harper. You’re incredible.”
He runs his tongue along his bottom lip while keeping those hazel eyes on me. I swear something inside me breaks. A second later I realize what it is: my resolve. Because I think I’m on the verge of setting fire to that “let’s just be friends and housemates, nothing more” boundary after what Lewis just admitted—and I think he is too.
“You wanna head back?” My voice is raspy even after I clear my throat. “It’s late and we’ve got a bit of a drive ahead of—”
“Yeah,” he growls.
We hop into the car, and Lewis speeds us out of the city toward Half Moon Bay. We stay quiet for the first part of the drive, almost like we know that attempting small talk is no use given the palpable tension between us.
“I like you, Lewis,” I blurt when we make it onto the interstate.
“I like you too,” he says, his gaze focused on the darkened road ahead.
“I’m, like, insanely attracted to you. Like, off the charts attracted to you.” My heart thunders as I admit this out loud. Yeah, it’s wild that I’m being so up front about this. But I’ve never been someone to beat around the bush when it comes to romantic feelings. In the past, when I liked a guy, I told them. Sometimes it worked out, sometimes it didn’t. My personality is to be as direct as possible when I feel like it’s the right thing to do. I don’t want to waste anyone’s time, including mine.
“Well, that works out pretty well, because I’m insanely attracted to you too,” Lewis says.
I swallow back a moan. “Good. That’s really, really good.”
We both clear our throats and shift in our seats at the exact same moment.
“I’m gonna pounce on you,” I say, mimicking his straight-ahead stare. “The minute we get into the house, I’m gonna tackle you. I’m gonna tear your clothes off your body. I’m not even kidding. I’ll probably shred the fabric.”
A throaty chuckle rips from his throat. “Good. I like it when a woman gets rough with me.”
My mouth falls open, and I inhale as pressure builds between my legs. I lick my lips while Lewis presses harder on the gas pedal. We’re only halfway to the house, and my thighs are quivering with the urge to feel him everywhere. I close my eyes, my chest rising and falling with each breath while I pull up the memory of Lewis going hard in my hand all those weeks ago. Then I pull up the image in my brain of his dick from earlier today: unclothed, out in the open, in all its glory.
The ache between my legs throbs harder and harder. Shit. I’m not gonna make it.
I slip my hand underneath the waistband of my yoga pants and let out a slow hiss.
“Holy shit.”
I glance over at Lewis, whose eyes are bulging as he gawks at me. He swerves slightly, then quickly straightens out the car. There’s a flash of lightning in the distance followed by a crack of thunder. Fitting that the weather is about to go wild right along with us.
“Eyes on the road, Lewis,” I pant as I swirl the pads of my fingertips slowly around my soaking-wet epicenter.
He nods quickly before frowning down at his lap, then looking up again.
“I just need to get this first orgasm out of my system. And then...” My jaw drops as the pressure builds and I work my fingers faster. I inhale sharply. “You can have the next one.”
