Page 51 of Unstoppable Love

I hadn’t been choosing her favorite things to prove a point, at least not intentionally. “Point made.” I nodded. “But the movie suggestion wasn’t because it’s your favorite.”

“No?” One brow arched. “You’ve become a Pitch Perfect fan in the last twelve years?”

The fact she knew exactly how long that movie had been out made me grin.

“No. But see, seventeen-year-old me has a very vivid memory of the night you and Meredith forced us to watch it on the projection screen in my backyard, dressed in your pink and white bikini, and I spent all night, thanking God it was dark so no one could see my hard dick every time I caught sight of you leaning down to grab your popcorn, and your tits jiggled.”

Her face flushed as I spoke. I twisted so she couldn’t see the boner I was growing at the mere idea of that memory.

She sputtered, licked her lips, and finally said, “That is a very specific memory.”

She was still gaping at me. Not turning around or telling me to knock it off. It was the opposite. Her grip on her glass tightened, and her thighs pressed together. Yeah, this was turning her on. I needed to change the conversation before I embarrassed myself.

Except the way she was looking at me, pupils blown and licking her lips, I couldn’t. I pushed. It was what I did.

“Wanna know how many times I thought of that? When I was alone? Hard and aching in my bed, especially when I was away at school?”

She pressed a hand to her counter, and I enjoyed, far too much, the way her knees weakened. “You said we’d go slow.”

I leaned forward. “I said I’d be patient. And I said I wouldn’t touch you or kiss you until you asked. I’m not doing either, and I never promised not to use my words to tell you exactly how I felt about you or all the times I thought about you.”

“Right,” she rasped and closed her eyes. She squeezed them tight, like she was trying to wipe the image of me wrapping my hand around my cock and jerking off to the thought of her out of her mind. “You’re not being much of a gentleman then.”

I scoffed. Was she kidding? “When it comes to you, there’s absolutely nothing gentlemanly about what I think. In fact, it’s downright filthy.”

“Jesus,” she said, choking on a laugh. “I can’t believe you’re saying this stuff.” She gulped her wine and turned to grab more, but she stood frozen in front of her open fridge for far too long.

I’d give her a break. Let her cool off.

Something hissed and sizzled on the stove, and she still didn’t move.

“Ava?”

“Yeah?” She opened her eyes. Pupils were still blown, and her eyes had a hazy hue to them. God, it was like that night I had her in my bed after she came all over my fingers.

I grinned, and I had to have a feral look on my face because I sure felt like a goddamn animal. “Dinner’s ready.”

Chapter 16

Ava

I almost came from his words alone, and even now I was still pulsing. My panties were wet, and every time I shifted, I felt the evidence of his words and his closeness like a warning bell. God. The things he said to me. The look in his eyes when he implied he’d jerked off to me for years. Years.

As we sat in my living room, Pitch Perfect was indeed on TV because I wouldn’t turn down an opportunity to watch it for any reason. I was sitting on the floor in front of my coffee table, propped up on my knees, eating my chicken and dumplings, trying to figure out how I got there.

Nothing made sense, and everything felt right.

It was the exact opposite of how I’d lived the last few years where everything I did made perfect sense but nothing felt right.

Occasionally, Cameron chuckled. It was impossible not to laugh at the jokes. The movie was the bomb. I’d give anything to be brave enough to glance back and watch his face as he did it, too.

I wasn’t, though. I wasn’t sure I was brave enough to sit close to him on the couch at all. In fact, I’d been avoiding him since he told me his thoughts toward me weren’t gentlemanly. Who said those kinds of things?

A month ago, he was kissing me.

One night ago, he was tearing out my heart.

Like the idiot I was, I was now hanging out with him.

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