Page 102 of The Sweetest Obsession

His shoulders are so wide he has to angle to fit through the door.

His pecs are like stone slabs, the barrel of his rib cage layered in dense ripples that cascade down to narrowed abs so lethal you could sharpen a knife on their edges.

With his hair wet and slicked back, his beard and his chest dotted with water, his skin still gleaming with steam...

God.

He’s so purely primal it hurts.

The unexpected sight of him awakens something scary.

Something that takes me over until it’s like I’m submerged in molten lava rising to secret places that have been dormant for way too long.

We both freeze, just looking at each other.

Grant caught mid-stride with his powerful calves flexed.

I can’t talk, my mouth bone-dry and my palms sweaty.

Oh God, I can’t help that I’m breathing faster.

I shouldn’t be this turned on justlookingat him.

I almost hate how much he affects me.

And I wonder just how obvious I am, when the glint in his eye sharpens.

Just a heated flicker, turning hazel to melted honey. He spears me with a long look until it feels like he’s undressing me with his eyes.

I can feel my nipples peaking, teasing against my bra, my shirt.

My breasts suddenly feel too heavy, too sensitive, too empty, aching for large, rough hands.

I scrub my hands against my thighs, licking my lips and struggling for words.

Finally, he breaks the silence with a slow, heated smile.

“Shower’s all yours,” he says, moving toward his bedroom.

Aaand I’m speechless.

I almost let him go without another word, my tongue too knotted to move.

“Th-thanks,” I manage. “Oh, and I’m sorry you had to get Nell. Mom kept me around longer than I expected.”

Even if my mind’s so far from anything else I can’t even rememberwhy.

“Good thing you did,” he drawls, pausing with one big hand on the doorknob, but all he’s doing is giving me a distracting view of the way his waist dips toward his Apollo’s belt. “I almost forgot you were picking her up and might’ve went out there anyway. Would’ve panicked for a minute trying to figure out where she was.”

I nod.

Concern darkens Grant’s eyes as he tilts his head, studying me. “Did something happen? It’s not like you to forget.”

Um, yeah.

That’s when I remember the shadow, the figure by my car.

The stalker I probably hallucinated.

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