Page 30 of Losing Forever
Water drips from my bangs onto her chest.
She glances down, and I watch the droplet slide between her cleavage.“You’re wet,” she says.
“I can make you wet, too.”
“You already did,” she responds.
My brain fizzles.She’s wet for me?
I'm seconds frompulling her against me when she adds, “You’ve been dripping on me the whole time. I just didn’t say anything.”
How can she make such an innocent response sound sexual?
I dip my finger in the V of her shirt, testing how far she’ll let me go.
She sucks in an uneven breath but doesn’t move away.
My cock jerks under the towel. I brush my nose across her soft cheek, familiar territory, and whisper in her ear, “I thought about you all night.”
Her breathing blows shallower. “You were thinking about me this afternoon, too.”
Someone’s in a flirty mood. If I were wearing pants, I’d have to undo the zipper. I dip my head and kiss her neck. At the same time, I press against her so she canfeelhow much I want her.
When my erection rubs her belly, she sucks in a gasp.“Grayson.” Her eyes find mine, and I’ll be damned if desire doesn’tstir in them. “I don't think we should be here like this. Noah wouldn’t like it.”
“No, he wouldn’t.” I lift my head to look at her face.
“Besides, we have a house to see, and it’s Friday. If you don’t want to get stuck in traffic, we should leave so you can be back on time.”
“On time for what?”
She lifts a shoulder. “I don’t know. A date? Noah mentioned you were looking for one.”
Of course he did. The fucker knows me well and is cock-blocking me just in case. I can’t blame him. I just wish I could get over whatever it is I have for her.
Maybe if I sleep with her it will go away. Maybe it will get worse. I can’t remember ever obsessing over a girl the way I do with Braylee. Sex with her was never more than a fantasy, but then I never thought she’d be sexually curious and attracted to me. Knowing she is will make being around her that much harder.
“Yeah.” I force myself to step back. “I asked him to find me a date. I could use the distraction.”From you.
Hurt shows in her eyes, and I want to beat my fists against the wall. She shouldn't ever hurt, especially because of me. I pushed her too far, crossed a line I shouldn’t have, and this is the result.
She swallows and rubs her lips together, composing herself. The wall she uses to keep people out goes up. I hate that I did that to her.
“You don’t have to take me to the house. I just remembered my friend is in town and she wants to meet up. I’ll have her take me. You stay here and do whatever it is you need to do. I won’t tell Noah. He’d think you did something to upset me.”
He’d be right. Again, I want to punch the wall.
She leaves before I can call her out on her bluff.
I don’t believe she has a friend in town. She’s going to use an Uber, and that pisses me off even more.
Never have I been in such a hurry to chase down a girl.
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Grayson
Ipark at the curb of a green house with a dumpster in the driveway.
