Page 9 of Unforgettable
My head was still foggy as I padded across the room and grabbed my sweatpants. “Get dressed.”
She sat on the edge of the bed, pouting. “Can I at least finish what I started?” She played with her nipples.
After slipping on my sweats, I tied the drawstring. “Blondie, you had your chance.”
She sighed as she looked around the room for her clothes. “My name is Beverly.”
The doorbell rang again.
The clock on my dresser blinked 12:00.
Crap, it’s noon already?Where the heck is Lucas?He was always up before me. I racked my brain, muddling through last night’s events, and tried hard to figure out what day it was.
The doorbell kept ringing as though someone were holding the buzzer down. I was going to kill that person unless it was Coach Chapman. He would turn his hammer on me.
I chuckled out loud. Coach Chapman reminded me of Thor. At least his fists did when he rammed them down hard on a table, trying to elicit my attention or the team’s.
“I need you to leave.” My boner was completely gone now. I walked out of my room without another glance at Blondie.
I navigated the stairs, not in the mood to deal with whoever was standing on my porch. I knew one thing was certain—it couldn’t be the cops. I didn’t have any other close family members who could be dead. However, my aunt Kari was due in from England for the funeral. She’d been calling me nonstop to give me updates about her arrival, which wasn’t for… Hell, I didn’t even know. I’d lost track of days.
As I descended the last step and walked into the foyer, my blood gelled as I scrambled to think whether I’d missed football practice. Maybe that was the reason Lucas wasn’t around. I discarded that thought. For sure, Lucas would’ve dragged my ass out of bed early that morning.
I opened the door swiftly, and a red-haired pixie fell backward onto my bare feet. She was definitely not my aunt Kari.
Red scrambled to stand then swiped her hands down her jean shorts. At the same time, I was blatantly allowing my gaze to roam up and down her petite frame. Her tits were round and perfect. Her tanned legs were toned. Her lips were plump.Mmm.I liked plump lips. But she had no meat on her body.
“May I help you?” I asked.Maybe I can help you get your lips around my dick.At that thought, he jerked in my sweats.
She brushed her fingers through her hair, her eyes going straight to my crotch. “You can start by not sizing me up like I’m your breakfast.”
Tell me not to do something, and I’ll do it.
So once again, my gaze took a road trip over her body, slow and sure. “I haven’t eaten yet. Are you hungry?” I waggled my eyebrows, hoping she would get my underlying meaning.
She pushed past me and stomped into my house like she owned it. “We need to talk.”
The air around her filtered into my nose—lilacs. As if her scent was all I needed, bits and pieces of the night before registered in my murky brain.
Heaven.
“Talk or fuck? Because you were checking me out too,” I said, not that my erection wasn’t evident.
She gave me a cheeky smile. “I don’t do one-night stands.”
I grinned. “It’s daylight. How about a one-day stand?”
The sun poured in through the open door and the windows in the living room and dining room on either side of us as we stood in the foyer.
She shoved her middle finger in the air. “How many fingers do I have up?”
I closed the door and stalked toward her until she was pinned up against the banister. “Be careful, dollface. That gesture means something completely different to me.”
She rolled her green eyes as her chest rose and fell. “You’re an ass. And I’m not dollface.”
I lowered my head until our lips were a half-inch apart. “What would you like to be called, then?”
“Ew, your breath is disgusting.” She flattened her small hands against my bare chest and froze, staring at my pecs.
