Page 15 of Things We Hide from the Light
Her hips shifted almost imperceptibly. My dick took immediate notice, and no amount of mustered professionalism, no manners could stop the images of what I wanted to do to her from flooding my mind.
I wanted to move, to thrust into that heat, using her body to bring myself back to life. I wanted to watch her lips part, her eyes drift closed as I powered into her. I wanted to feel her tighten around me, hear her whisper my name in that husky, sex-soaked voice.
I wanted to be buried inside her so deep that when she let go, she’d take me with her, wrapped up in all that heat.
This was more than a crush, a run-of-the-mill attraction. What I felt teetered on the line of uncontrolled craving.
The visuals flashing through my mind were enough to put me in actual danger of an even more humiliating situation. I took the frayed reins of my control and willed myself back from the brink.
“Fuck me,” I muttered under my breath.
“Here?”
My eyes snapped open and focused in on hers. Those deep brown depths held hints of amusement and something else. Something dangerous.
“Just kidding, hotshot. Mostly.”
She shifted under me again and my jaw locked. My lungs burned, reminding me to take a breath. There was nothing cold about my sweat now.
“Your gun is digging into me.”
“That’s not my gun,” I said through clenched teeth.
Her mouth curved wickedly. “I know.”
“Then stop moving.”
It took another thirty seconds, but I managed to peel myself off her. I regained my feet, then reached down to pull her up. Flustered, I pulled harder than necessary and had her crashing into my chest.
“Whoa, big guy.”
“Sorry,” I said, putting my hands on her shoulders and then taking a very deliberate step back.
“Don’t apologize. I’d only ask you to apologize if youdidn’thave a very healthy biological reaction to pinning me down.”
“You’re welcome?”
From the looks of her, she’d been out for a run. She wore tights and a lightweight long-sleeve top, both fitted like a second skin. Her sports bra was turquoise and her sneakers bright orange. She wore her phone strapped to one arm and a small can of pepper spray in a holster tucked into her waistband.
She cocked her head and returned my silent once-over. I felt her gaze like it was a caress. Good news for my dead insides. Bad news for the erection I was trying to will away.
We stood like that, closer than we should, with gazes roaming and breath strained, for a long, heated beat.
Those sparks in my gut had flared to life and spread, warming me from the inside out. I wanted to touch her again.Needed to. But just as I raised my hand to reach for her, a shrill beeping cut through my awareness.
Lina jumped back, slapping a hand over her wrist.
“What the hell was that?” I asked.
“Nothing. Just…an alert,” she said, fumbling with her watch.
She was lying. I was sure of it. But before I could demand answers, a pitiful whimper echoed from the pipe.
Lina’s eyebrows rose. “What the hell wasthat?”
“A dog. At least I think it’s a dog,” I told her.
“That’swhat you were doing?” she asked as she stepped around me and headed for the pipe.
