Page 58 of Never Your Girl

“Maybe.” The response shoots out of my mouth before I can stuff it back inside.

Bridger stretches lazily, his arms extending above his head, and the movement makes his abs ripple.

I should look away but can’t bring myself to do it.

His voice dips, growing even deeper. “Interesting. Go on.”

I glance up at him and search his eyes. His mouth is closer than I realized. “What if we extended our truce? Maybe considered a ceasefire for the time being?”

He stills. “What exactly would that entail?”

The muscles of my belly spasm as thoughts circle through my brain. When I remain silent, unsure how to respond, he rolls us over until he’s fully stretched out on top of me.

A gasp works its way free from me as his hard length nestles against the V between my thighs. That’s all it takes for arousal to pool in my core. It’s been so long since I’ve felt desire like this burn through my body. I don’t realize that I’ve widened my legs until the blunt tip of his cock presses insistently against my center.

“Huh, Holland? What are you suggesting?”

He slides his erection against me, and every thought flies out of my head. It’s impossible to think straight when he does that. The silveriness of his eyes deepens as he repeats the movement. A smirk curves his lips, as if he knows exactly how much he’s able to affect me with the simple caress.

“That we…”

Another stroke.

When my voice trails off, he hikes a brow. “That we what?”

I stifle a groan as my teeth sink into my lower lip. His gaze drops to the movement as he holds himself steady. His biceps bulge as he cages me in. It’s like the outside world, and maybe even our past, melts away into nothingness.

All I’m cognizant of is him.

And the moment we’re teetering dangerously on.

It feels as sharp as a razor’s edge.

He presses his pelvis against mine, and the pressure building in my core turns explosive.

“I can’t think when you do that,” I blurt in frustration.

“Is that such a terrible thing?”

Good question.

“I’m not sure,” I say on another shuddering breath. It seems ridiculous that he’s turned me on to this degree while barely touching me.

“Pretty sure thinking’s overrated, you know?”

I blink as the comment echoes in my brain. It sounds strangely familiar. A different conversation maybe? It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask what he means when he shifts his hips and his hard cock slides across my soaked shorts.

The pleasure is dizzying.

“So, about that ceasefire…”

As much as I want to blot out the past and start fresh, I’m not sure if it’s that simple. There’s a question that needs to be answered before we can move forward.

“Do you still believe I’m involved with the messages?”

He stills, and air leaks slowly from his lungs. “I’m not sure.” There’s a pause as he searches my eyes. “I really hope not.”

I swallow down my disappointment and jerk my head into a nod. Before I can say anything, he rolls onto his back until I find myself stretched out on top of him. His morning wood is still nestled between my legs. When I wiggle, the head of his cock bumps my clit, sending my body into overdrive.

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