Page 44 of Captivating

That’s a great question.

“Jesus Christ. Get a room and then don’t tell us about it,” Jamie bitches.

I think Noah dry heaves. “Yeah. Get this shit out of the way, then go back to hating each other so everything can be right in the world, okay?”

Lilah gives them both the finger, then pulls her phone from her purse. “Just let me text Xander to bring the car around back.” Her fingers fly across the screen before she looks up and smiles her prettiest smile. Not because it’s perfect. Because it’s real. “Done. We’re outta here, bitches. See you at dinner Sunday night.”

She laces her fingers with mine, and that smile eases into something different.

Something bolder.

It holds a promise and begs for relief.

I press my lips to the top of her head as we walk through the crowd and into the back hall. “I thought I told you to stick by my side.”

Lilah laughs, having absolutely no clue what she’s doing to me... or maybe she does. “Yes, you did, champ. You gonna punish me?”

“Fuck, Lilah. You can’t say that shit to me.” I crowd her up against the wall. “Christ, woman. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

I stretch her wrists over her head and hold them as I drag my lips up the long column of her neck, my body pressing against hers. The hard length of my cock against her stomach. The heat rolling off us in waves. “Every single time you smiled that smart mouth my way, I thought about fucking you, princess. Is that what you want to hear? Is that what you’re trying to do to me?”

Lilah’s breath stutters, and she licks her lips for a hot second before she leans into the wall and uses it to balance so she can wrap her legs around my waist.

Holy fucking hell.

I drop her hands and dig my fingers into her bare ass under this joke of a dress. She might as well be naked behind the sparkles because it’s all I’ve been picturing since the first second I saw her in it.

Her arms wrap around my neck, and her teeth graze my ear. “That’s exactly what I was hoping for...”

The door to Maddox’s office opens, one I hadn’t even realized we were standing nearly on top of, and my roommate Bellamy walks out, followed by a smiling Maverick. “Uh... you didn’t see anything.”

Lilah buries her face in my neck, giggling, until she gasps when my finger slips under her thong. Her wet thong.

“Not a fucking thing, buddy.” I wait for him to walk by, then take Lilah’s lips again. “You’re the only thing I saw.”

Lilah

The drive home is a master class in exquisite torture.

Killian and I sit side by side in the back seat of the Rover, touching—but not.

Wanting, but holding back.

My bare, crossed legs pressed against his jean-clad thigh.

His big arm resting on the back of the seat, fingers teasing the nape of my neck.

We’re not looking at each other for fear one of us may jump.

And my bigger fear is thatonemay beme.

My biggest fear, however, is that this is one gigantic mistake.

That I’m thinking with my head and not my heart.

My head can rationalize us giving in tonight and hating him again tomorrow.

My heart isn’t so sure that’s possible.

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