Page 84 of Forgive You

My breathing turns shaky because, fuck me, her standing so close to my couch is a bad idea. All I can think of, all my dick can think of, is how her hair would look against the gray fabric. How well the stoney color will make her skin look like a milky pink. How gorgeous she would look naked and at my mercy.

Fuck.

I gulp, my gullet feeling harsh and scratchy like gravel. Now that she’s in my condo, we’re treading into risky territory. I want to keep her there.

“What?” Innocence stares back at me.

“This is dangerous.”

“What is?”

“You,” I groan, slowly taking a few steps forward. “In my space.”

Big eyes find mine again for the hundredth times today, but now I wonder if they are that big when she’s on her knees, swallowing me like it’s the best thing that’s ever been in her mouth. I move past the glass coffee table, my feet connecting with the rug underneath it.

She darts to the other side of the couch, using it as a border between us.

“Jules.”

“Slow, Jason. We saidslow.” I hear her words, but they become lies when I see the clear desire in her gaze.

I know what we said, and I’m regretting every second of it now.

I don’t want to take shit slow. I want to hit home and make her mine.

Her chest moves up and down in shallow breaths, her cheeks turning the same shade as the peaches she loves.

“Should’ve thought about that before you walked into my condo like you belong.”

Desire courses through my body, my balls turning blue with each step I take.

I’m done waiting. I’m done being patient.

She swallows. I prepare to launch at her, my hands rolling into fists to stay patient.

“I should go.”

“Nah-ah,” I tsk.

There’s a sparkle in her eyes that wants me to chase her; I can feel it in the crisp air circling around us. She wants this. Shefeelsthis. But I ain’t playing. If we’re crossing that line, we’re crossing it for good.For real.

I’m ready for it, more than I’ve been ready for anything in my life, but there’s still hesitation in her expression. Even though I can almost hear her body sing to me.

She shuffles sideways, a sassy grin spreading her plump lips. “I’m gonna go.”

I leap, just for the sake of it, and she squeals, the sound one of the best things I’ve heard in my life. With a soft thud, I land on the pillows while my girl darts toward the front door.

Because fuck it. Sheismy girl. Whatever she had with Jacob, it doesn’t change the fact that she’s mine. She has always been mine.

“I’m going now!” She twirls, never missing a beat, playfully waving at me.

God, she’s sexy when she’s messing with me. That twinkle in her eyes, the flow of her sundress dancing around her thighs, blonde flying through the air.

I settle deeper into the couch, trail every move, resting my head against the back.

“Hey, Jules?” I call out when she reaches the front door.

She turns one final time, and my grin is wolfish when I wink. “You can’t keep running from me.”

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