Page 15 of Crash
“Oh, that’s okay. I can get those…” Her voice trailed off as he motioned for her to lead the way to her apartment.
After a moment, she stepped past him, making sure not to touch him in the too-narrow hallway. He probably could have stepped back to give her more room to maneuver, but a part of him wanted to feel her body against his, even for a second.
As he followed closely behind her, he realized the terrible mistake he had made. With her mounting the stairs ahead of him, it put her ass in the direct path of his treacherous and gluttonous eyes. Her perky bottom was temptingly swaying and beckoning more than just his eyes to appreciate it.
Griffin almost dropped the books and ran back into the office. Instead, he averted his eyes to distract himself from thoughts of her bent over the staircase as he fucked her from behind and watched as her ass bounced with each of his thrusts.
This was a bad idea. He shouldn’t be staring at her ass like this, but he couldn’t help himself. Even worse, the knowledge that he was following her upstairs, where she’d slept the previous night, made his cock stir with attention. He glanced down at the stack of books cradled in his arms to distract himself. There was a shirtless man on the cover with some neon font displaying the title of the book.
Griffin clenched his jaw at the unexpected stirring of jealousy in his gut. He had no right to be jealous if she was ogling another man. They barely even knew each other, but it didn’t stop the possessiveness from rearing its ugly head. He knew she wasn’t married by the lack of a wedding band on her ring finger, nor was she recently divorced, since her smooth hands lacked a tan line where a ring would have been.
It didn’t mean he could assume she was single. For all he knew, she could be in a serious relationship and came this way by herself. The thought only angered him more.
What kind of idiot would let his woman travel miles alone? What if something happened to her?
Before his thoughts could continue to spiral down its dark path, she stopped abruptly at the front door and turned around to face him. He kept his distance, stopping at the top of the stairs a few feet away from her.
She shifted her weight on her feet as her hands played with the hem of her top.
A strand of hair escaped her bun and partially covered her face from his view. He resisted the urge to push it back so he could look his fill.
“Um, thank you for helping me with the books.” She slowly raised her hands up as if she was scared he’d bite her.
Griffin carefully handed the stack of books back to her, making sure their skin did not make contact. Every time they touched, he experienced a rush of heat which made a beeline straight towards his traitorous cock. He did not need to get a boner in the hallway right now. There were still a lot of hours left in the workday.
“You’re welcome.”
If his voice sounded too gruff, he blamed it on all the attention it took to keep his cock from stirring. The hallway was oppressive as her scent drifted to his nose.Before he could take his next breath, he was already backing away.
“Oh, Griffin?”
Her soft voice made him pause in his escape.
“Yeah?” Was she going to ask him to go inside? He shouldn’t want that.
“When do you think my car will be ready? I don’t want to be in your way any more than I am…” Her voice trailed off, no doubt unsure why he was glowering at her. The thought of her leaving so soon suddenly made him want to commit a crime.
He would not, could not, intentionally delay fixing her car so she was forced to stay a little longer.
Right? Right.
“I’ll take a look at it tonight.”
The distant sound of his phone ringing filled the silence between them.
Groaning, Griffin rubbed his hands over his face.
“Fucking Christ.”
Hands on his hips, Griffin made to leave again when her soft hand on his biceps stopped him.
“Do you…Do you need some help? You know, with the office stuff?”
The sight of her small, tanned skin on his pale arm was a sight he wished he could forget. Images of her hands on other parts of his body flashed through his mind.
“No.I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? I don’t mind helping. Besides, I’m kind of stuck here anyway until you fix my car, so…put me to work. I know how to do the basics, at least.”
