Page 48 of Catching Feeling

Groaning, I drop my forehead to the tiled wall of the shower and squeeze my eyes shut, desperately trying to push thoughts of the dark hair, blue-eyed seductress currently living in my guest room out of my head.

How the hell did I get myself into this?

It seems like every day is getting harder and harder not to drop to my knees in front of her and beg her to let me touch her.

It’s that fucking bad.

And tonight? My already sinking ship has sprung a new hole, and now the entire damn thing is underwater.

When she walked out of her bedroom wearing that dress, I was speechless. She looked like a goddess bathed in purple satin, and it was a punch directly to the gut with a reminder that said you can’t fucking touch.

Viv on a regular day is the hottest girl I’ve ever seen, but tonight? I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.

No matter how hard I tried.

I wish I didn’t know what she tasted like, or the little sounds she makes when she’s about to come, or how it feels to sink inside of her and lose myself.

Because then, I wouldn’t know what I’m missing. I wouldn’t have to walk by her in the hallway and get a whiff of the mint-scented body wash she lathers on and remember the faint taste of it on my tongue.

I would undoubtedly still be attracted to her, but I wouldn’t burn for her the way that I do. Like every fiber in my body is on fire when I’m in the same room as her.

I’m fucked. That’s all there is to it.

My hand lifts from the wall to reach for my cock. Maybe if I relieve some tension, then I won’t feel so out of my damn mind. Doubtful, but I’m desperate enough to try anything at this point.

Fisting my semi-hard cock, I pump it once, a groan rumbling from my chest.

BOOOOOM.

The fuck?

I drop my hand and turn the shower off when I hear another loud noise, followed by what sounds like a herd of fucking elephants coming from my bedroom. Stepping out of the glass door, I grab the towel off the rack and then hurriedly wrap it around my waist and rush out into my room.

Shit, it’s dark as hell. In my haste to get in the shower, I forgot to turn my lamp on, and I can’t see shit but make it in the general direction of my nightstand, then flick the lamp on.

The light illuminates the room, and that’s when I see Viv standing at the foot of my bed, wearing nothing but a black baggy T-shirt that hangs to her thighs with a ghost on it that says BOO BITCH, her eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights as she shuffles from one foot to the other.

“Viv, fuck, you scared the shit out of me. Are you okay? Were you moving furniture?”

She rolls her lips together, holding back a giggle, and nods.

“Uh, yes. I mean yes, to the me part, not the furniture part. I… It… It was dark.”

My brow arches. Who’s Captain Obvious now? I keep my retort to myself and do my best not to let my gaze drop to the creamy expanse of her bare thighs because I’ve got nothing but this thin-ass towel on, and my dick has been on its worst behavior lately.

“What’s up?” I ask, walking to my dresser and pulling out a pair of briefs to sleep in. When I turn back to face her, I catch her staring at my ass, and I grin. “Anything I can help with?”

Her gaze drops to the briefs in my hand, and she immediately covers her eyes so I can slide them on. Like she hasn’t seen all of it before.

The towel hits the floor, and I put my feet in and am dragging them up my hips when I see her peeking through her fingers. It’s so fucking funny that a laugh escapes me before I can stop it.

“Viv,” I say, walking over to my bed and sitting on the edge. “What’s going on?”

Silence meets my question. I watch her blow out a breath, and then she’s placing her hands on the bed and crawling toward me, causing my throat to tighten.

Fuck.

“Viv, what?—”

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