Page 92 of Sincerely, Your Enemy

It would seem whatever decorum was keeping him from making a move back in my bedroom lost the fight against his animal instincts.

The last thing I could ever want right now is for him to stop, and yet when he closes in on me, I instinctively backtrack against the closed bathroom door.

He tilts his head at my body language, an amused grin pulling at his mouth. “Not trying to run away from me, are you, rich girl?”

“N-No.”

Jesus, Lacey, get a grip.

He fills the remaining space between us, bringing his mouth inches away from mine, and says, “You sure? Because if you’re going to bail on me again, I’d rather you do it now. Last time’s blue balls nearly fucking ended me.”

“I won’t,” I assure him.

He nods, so close to me I can feel the warm pant of his breath against my lips.

“Remember you said that.”

Ironically, what he does next ensures that I can’t think straight, let alone remember a single thing, including my own name. He grips my silk bathrobe into his fist, uses that to pull me closer, and smashes his mouth to mine.

All I can do as he takes my mouth against the door is claw at his bloodstained shirt, bunching the fabric between my fingers in the same way he’s holding my bathrobe. I meant it when I said I wouldn’t run out on him, but you’d think he’s worried I was lying by the way he’s keeping me flush to him, tugging on my bathrobe harder every time I withdraw from his kiss to breathe—although, if I have to choose between oxygen and letting TJ devour me, I choose suffocation every time.

My hands come to rest on each side of his face, and I open up, allowing his tongue to slip inside my mouth, ruining every kiss I’ve ever had in the process.

I can’t hold back a moan when his teeth nip at my bottom lip, and that seems to spur him on because he lets go of my robe and grabs my waist, his thumbs digging into my hip bone as he groans. “I don’t want to tear that sexy little robe to shreds, so please,please, for the love of God, take it off before it’s all over the floor.”

There’s something about the hottest guy you’ve ever seen desperatelybeggingyou to take your clothes off. Seriously. I’m pretty sure my brain chemistry’s just been altered forever.

I inhale a sharp breath and reach for the ties of my bathrobe. I can feel the weight of TJ’s scrutiny as I pause, fidgeting with the ties but never undoing them.

His eyes snap up to mine, the hunger and irritation on his face making my thighs clench. “Don’t fucking play with me, Mattson. Take it off, or Iwillrip it to shreds.”

Anxiety stirs in my gut, but I try to play it off with a smirk. “I will if you will.”

TJ doesn’t answer. All he does is take a step back, look me dead in the eye, and strip. No hesitation. He just slips out of his clothes, throwing his shirt over his head and kicking off his jeans.

I’ve seen his cock before. Well, as much of it as Icouldsee in the darkness of the tool shed, but I’d never gotten the whole picture. Not like this.

And can I just say… he looks like God assigned the making of his body to the world’s most talented artists.

Don’t get me wrong, I knew TJ was fit and took care of himself, but holy mother of…

He’s not just out of my league.

They’d have to make a whole new league just for him.

He interrupts my gawking at him by reminding me of our agreement. “Deal’s a deal, rich girl.”

My fingers are trembling, but I finish what I started just the same, unfastening my bathrobe in one go. The silk cascades down my body, landing at my feet, and I nearly close my eyes just so I don’t have to witness his reaction.

It’s not that I find myself unattractive. It’s just thathe’sso unbelievably perfect a part of me is scared I couldn’t possibly measure up.

TJ doesn’t seem to agree, though, because his eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets when I drop my robe. And I have nodoubt, seeing the way his cock hardens and his mouth hangs open, that he’s enjoying the view.

“Christ, Mattson, you’re…” He pauses, at a loss for words. “…I could say you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and it still wouldn’t come close to doing you justice.”

My insides melt at his words, and I can’t think of a reaction more appropriate than kissing him.

Our bodies clash together so fast he barely has a chance to register what’s happening before I’m sweeping my tongue across the seam of his mouth and lacing my arms around his neck.

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