Page 72 of False Start
You slept in the same bed with him plenty of times when you were kids.
I snorted out loud at that last thought, because he’d always slept on my floor — until the night everything changed.
And when we did share a bed, it was anything but innocent.
My heart hammered harder as I listened to the water slapping against the tile where Kyle was in the shower. I tried to convince myself he was just going to come out of that shower, climb into bed, turn out the lights, and we’d go straight to sleep.
But my logic laughed at me.
I heard you.
A shiver ripped through me, making me shake like a leaf.
He’d heard me in the bathtub.
He knew I’d been…taking careof myself.
He also knew I hadn’t made it to the finish line.
My cheeks flamed when I considered that he’d heard me say his name in my attempt, and I groaned, burying myself deeper into the covers.
I can help with that.
The way he’d rumbled those words in my ear, the way his eyes had sealed the promise when he pulled back and pinned me with a dark smirk…
I stopped breathing as a realization hit me.
Did Iwanthim to follow through with that promise?
A week ago, I was threatening him to behave himself, warning him not to use tongue when he kissed me.
Now, I was thinking of all the other things that tongue could do.
And after the plane ride, I had more questions than ever burning into my skull. I wanted to talk about what happened when we were younger. Ineededto know how he could leave me, knowing I was carrying his child.
I needed to know if he even knew at all, or if all this time…
Kyle shut the shower off, and the absence of the rushing water made me blink, my thoughts on the past evaporating as my heart picked up its pace in my chest again.
I stared at the ceiling listening to the sounds of him brushing his teeth. Then, he padded into the room, using a Q-tip to cleanhis ears as he opened one of the drawers he’d unpacked his things into.
He was wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist, and that towel was far too small for the beast of a man that he was.
I followed a drop of water all the way down the middle ridge of his abdomen before I snapped my gaze back up to the ceiling, my throat closing in. When Kyle was focused on the items he was pulling from the drawer, I peeked over again, marveling at the muscles in his shoulders, his back, his thighs.
Then, without warning, he dropped the towel.
“Kyle!”
I pulled the covers over my eyes and shut them tightly as a throaty laugh rumbled through the room.
“Caught you looking,” he teased as the memory of his perfectly sculpted ass burned itself into my brain.
“I wasn’tlooking,” I argued.
“Then why are you so upset?”
“Because you flashed me!”
