Page 31 of The Attack Zone

I think I must be. That or someone else has taken over my body and made me reach out and touch his arm, because that’s exactly what I appear to be doing.

I’m touching Mitch’s arm and we still have half an hour left of this drive. This is not good.

Mitch’s eyes are on the road, but I can tell he’s focused on where my hand is resting on his bicep. His very nice bicep.

Jesus.

I have got to get it together.

“Sorry,” he laughs after I regain control of my own limbs and remove my hand from his body.

“No, you aren’t,” I say.

“You’re right. I’m not sorry,” he pauses. “Not about any of it.”

He’s not sorry about it?

A small part of me thought for sure he’d regret it. And a big part of me thought I’d embarrassed myself with how forthcoming I was with him about what I like. Ever since Trevor, I haven’t been able to be so open with men, but withMitch it was like he genuinely wanted me to enjoy myself, not just focus on getting off himself. It was very refreshing and also super hot. My cheeks flush just thinking about him saying,Tell me what you want, love.The images flow into my brain one after the other. Mitch’s lips on mine. His hands on my body. His tongue gliding between my legs.

“Holy shit,” he says.

I look over at him and he’s staring at me with wide eyes, the beginnings of a grin starting to form on his face.

“What?” I ask.

“You’re thinking about it,” he says, the grin beginning to grow.

Of course I’m fucking thinking about it.

“Am not,” I lie.

“I think you’re lying,” he says. “You know what else I think?”

“What else do you think, Mitch?” I say flatly, trying to regain my composure and get the images out of my head. It doesn’t work, because now I’m thinking about his hips thrusting into mine.

“I think you liked it,” he says.

“I ... uh ... I ...” I start, but I can’t seem to come up with a snide response. Ididlike it, after all. “Shut up,” I mumble as I turn away from him.

“I’ll make you a deal,” he says. “I won’t let it go to my head if you don’t either.”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“I mean we can be adults and acknowledge that we both liked it,” he says. “Personally, I liked it a lot.”

I turn towards him, once again thankful that he’s responsible for driving a vehicle so he’s not able to stare me down right now.

“I ... uh ... liked it.” I pause awkwardly. “A lot ... too.”

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he says as he stops at a stoplight.

“Unlike you last night,” I say in a knowing tone before I can stop myself. His head flicks towards me, eyes wide. “I can’t believe I just said that either,” I continue, looking straight out of the windshield, eager to walk it back.

Mitch laughs uncomfortably and mumbles something under his breath as he pulls the car forward through the intersection.

“What did you say?” I ask.

“Nothing,” he says. “We should probably focus on the venue tour. We’re almost there.”

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