Page 181 of Obsession

“Wait here!” He kissed me quickly and then ran up the stairs.

I stood there in shock, on the hood, alone and naked. My underwear lay torn somewhere next to his mattress upstairs. I closed my legs and looked around, searching for something to cover myself with.

I was about to jump off when I saw him coming down the stairs, still barefoot and bare-chested, but he had my jeans and bra in his hand.

“What are you doing?” I asked, puzzled, as he held the jeans out to me, and I stood up.

“We’re running away!”

I stopped skeptically and raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I need a few more details.”

He grinned.

“Trust me.”

It wasn’t a question anymore, and I liked that. Considering what had already happened, what worse could come?

I pulled up my jeans and wrinkled my nose at having to put them on without underwear. I gave him a dirty look for ripping them.

“What about my T-shirt?”

“Nah, it’s more fun this way!”

“What’s fun? Going out in my bra?”

“Mhm!”

Oh, that fucking crook with his seductive, sexy, and irresistible smile.

I put on my bra and waited for his next move.

“Get in,” he bit my shoulder playfully and then walked away from me.

The garage door opened automatically after Harris entered a security code directly into his phone. Everything here looked old and run-down, a very deceptive first impression for those watching from the outside, because inside was all the latest technology.

Curious to see what crazy idea had occurred to him, I went to the car door. Immediately my eyes wandered to the hood, a drop of heat slid through my stomach and reached the spot his mouth had claimed only moments before. I bit my lip and winced as I turned around because he was standing right next to me.

His beautiful eyes narrowed, almost as if he was analyzing something.

“What?”

“I don’t know if you look better inside or on the hood.”

I pressed my lips together to stifle a smile.

“On the hood. Definitely on the hood,” he concluded on his own and I laughed.

“I am not going to argue with you, but I’m not climbing on the hood while you are going 200 miles an hour.”

He clamped his tongue between his teeth in a gesture that was meant to be funny, but it only set my ovaries on fire. I seriously thought I was capable of getting pregnant just by looking at him.

“What?” he asked, even though I was sure he knew exactly what I was thinking because my gaze had not left his mouth.

“Hmm, nothing… I think your tongue might be my new obsession.”

He didn’t keep me waiting long, the tip of his tongue was between his teeth again as he slowly and dangerously moved closer, grabbing my hips, and pinning me to the door.

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