Page 41 of Wishing for Love

He turned to leave and bumped into the coffee table and stubbed his toe.

He bit down on his lip to not curse and swear over the pain and tried to be quiet, but the light came on and he turned to see Crystal standing there.

“Phoenix? What’s going on?”

He put his foot down and realized that he was only wearing shorts again. Nothing else. Just like she had nothing more than a white tank top on. Not even a long T-shirt covering the rainbow bikinis she was sporting.

To take his eyes off her underwear, he shifted up...big mistake. He could see her dark hardened nipples through the soft cotton.

Yep, his dick was ready to be introduced.

“Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I heard a noise. I thought you were crying.”

“The TV,” she said. “I didn’t realize it was that loud. You should have said something.”

“I don’t think it was. I mean I was in the kitchen looking for food and heard it. I thought it was Elsie and then realized it might be you. I just thought I’d check in.”

She started to laugh at him. “Then you heard it wasn’t crying?”

“Yeah, as I got upstairs. I’m not spying on you or anything. Please don’t think that.”

“I’m not,” she said. She moved closer to him. “Then you heard it wasn’t crying and maybe you thought I had a man in my room?”

She was closing the distance, almost stalking him. The smirk on her face said she was enjoying it.

Maybe he was too.

“It crossed my mind,” he said.

“I’d never do that. If you heard that kind of noise coming from my room, it’s most likely the little toy that I know you saw I had when my box of stuff fell on your floor.”

He felt the heat in his face hit him hard. Mix that in with the fact he was pretty sure he was sporting some decent wood.

Now this was embarrassing.

He might have wanted to run back downstairs if her nipples were hard and pointed at him. The fact she stopped right in front of him and gave him a nice view looking down at her cleavage hadn’t helped any.

He gulped. He hadn’t been listening all that much to what she was saying but now the word toy registered in his brain.

“Are you trying to test me?” he asked.

“You came to me barely dressed,” she said. “It’s not like I snuck down to your room like this.”

He wouldn’t have cared if she did. “My door is open,” he heard himself say.

She smiled and put her hand out, then ran it down his arm. “The tension between us is pretty thick. I haven’t been able to get the sight of you out of my mind from the last time I saw you like this.”

“The same,” he said. “Though it’s less now than it was then.”

“I threw that T-shirt on over my tank top back then. I always sleep just like this. Do you sleep in shorts?”

“No,” he said. “I lose the shorts.”

She nodded her head. “Do you want to kiss me, Phoenix?”

“I don’t want to lose you,” he said. In more ways than one. But he didn’t have her the way he wanted so no need to worry.

“You won’t,” she said. “Maybe we need to do this and see what happens. Otherwise it’s just more tension while we wonder. Could be that there is no spark and we can move on. Call it an experiment.”

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