Page 45 of Love to Hate You

My gaze dips. My breath catches as her nipples stiffen into turgid little points.

Look away, jackass!

But I can’t. I’m mesmerized by the sight.

Obviously noticing my creepy stalker stare, she clears her throat and folds her arms across her breasts blocking my view. A growl rumbles up from my throat before I quickly choke it back.

Seriously? What the hell is wrong with me?

I’m playing with fire and can’t afford to get burned. I need to get out of here before I cross a line. Before I do something that I can’t come back from.

I force my eyes away from her. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Okay.”

Just as I’m about to brush past her, she says, “Carter?”

I stop and reluctantly meet her gaze. “Yeah?”

She sucks the fullness of her bottom lip into her mouth before nipping it with her teeth. Desire rushes through me, trying to break free. I’m so close to wrapping my arms around her body and biting that sexy lower lip myself. But I don’t. Somehow, I manage to keep it together.

Barely.

When she doesn’t say anything more, the desperation finally gets to me and I snap without meaning to. “What, Daisy?”

Her eyes widen at the sharp tone of my voice and she takes a quick step in retreat before shaking her head. “Nothing.”

Before I can apologize for acting like an asshole, she withdraws from the kitchen. I close my eyes because the urge to give chase pumps wildly through me.

But I can’t.

I can’t do anything but let her go.

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