Page 20 of Naughty & Nice

“Hendrix,” I shriek.

“What?” he asks as I spin around in his hold and stare up at him. “And if it helps, it’s not the first time I’ve seen them.”

I see the moment he hears what he’s saying. His eyes widen and uncertainty washes through his expression before his cheeks turn crimson.

“When have you seen them before?” I ask, unaware that this event has ever occurred.

“U-umm,” he stutters. “It was an accident.”

I quirk a brow.

“I accidentally walked in on you in the shower once.”

“And you accidentally stayed and watched?” I ask in horror.

“I never said that,” he argues.

“Rix,” I laugh, suddenly feeling better about the whole thing.

“I was a horny teenage boy. I couldn’t help myself.”

“You’re still a horny teenage boy,” I point out with a laugh.

“Yeah,” he muses. “And you’re hot.”

He reaches out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear, his eyes bouncing between mine.

My heart jumps into my throat as the hand he’s wrapped around my hip tightens as if he wants to pull me to him just like his brother did not so long ago.

“Hendrix?” I whisper, feeling both completely out of my depth and exactly where I’m meant to be at the same time.

His eyes drop to my lips for the briefest moment, and for less than a second, I think he’s going to do it.

I think he’s finally going to kiss me. But then…

Suddenly, he steps back, removing his hold and allowing a rush of cool air to billow between us.

A shiver rips through me and my nipples harden against the soft fabric of my tank, something he doesn’t miss.

“Fuck, Elle. I think I’ve had too much to drink,” he mutters absently as he spins around and combs his fingers through his hair.

He hasn’t, though. Out of the two of us, I’ve had much more.

“I’ll leave you to get ready for bed,” he says before marching toward the door.

His fingers are wrapped around the handle when I call out his name.

“Yeah?” he says in a rush. He looks back over his shoulder, and I swear there’s hope in his eyes.

Does he want me to?—

“I-I’m sorry,” I blurt, making him frown. “I didn’t mean to freak out and make it awkward. They’re just tits, right?”

His eyes drop again at the mention of them. My skin burns under his attention and my arms twitch, threatening to come up to cover myself.

“Yeah, it’s not like I haven’t seen any before,” he says, forcing a smile.

The thing is, though, Hendrix and I don’t have any secrets. Or at least, we didn’t until Halloween. I know exactly what his experience is with women, and let’s just say, seeing my tits is up there with the best of it.

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