Page 34 of Fish out of Water
That was a complete lie. I could move. I just didn’t want to.
Turned out I was starting to like being pressed up against Grant Servantes.
Chapter Eight
Grant
IT WAS A dare.
A dare to stay close.
Julia didn’t disappoint me.
She peeked my way, her ass backed right against me, the open door giving her no reason to still be here.
“What’s wrong, Julia?” I liked the way her name sounded coming out of my mouth. Short. Simple.
Very different from the woman it belonged to.
Julia was turning out to be complicated as hell.
“Nothing.” Her eyes dipped to my mouth, hanging just a second before she pulled away and went into her apartment, leaving my dick straining to follow her.
Which I did.
I closed the door as she went to the kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water. She turned, holding it up. “You want one?”
“I do.” I left my suitcase beside the door, but kept my other bag with me, watching her as she retrieved another bottle and brought it my way, stretching her arm out as far as it would reach.
Like she didn’t want to come near me.
Which I didn’t appreciate.
“You shouldn’t have been in that closet, Julia.” I twisted the cap off the water and tipped back a little, hoping it would ease the thirst plaguing me.
It didn’t touch it.
Because that’s not what I was thirsty for.
I wanted more of her. I wanted more of the excitement she brought.
Everything about her was unexpected, from what she wore to what she did.
What she said.
None of it was predictable.
“If I hadn’t, then you would have been in there all alone.” Her gaze dropped to my still rigid dick. “I guess you would have had him. He seems like more than enough company.”
“He’s not part of the equation.” I couldn’t deny my more carnal interest in this woman, but it wasn’t just physical desire that made me claim her apartment for the night.
Julia was feeding a part of me that I’d ignored for most of my adult life.
She was what I was never brave enough to be, and she did it with an amount of confidence and self-awareness that pulled me in.
Julia’s stare stayed on my crotch. “I think he disagrees.” She scrunched her nose up. “Is this because you had to cancel that date? He’s rebelling?”
He was rebelling all right, but it had nothing to do with my canceled date and everything to do with my actual plans for the evening.
