Page 64 of In Good Company

Fuck. The way I feel about her—the feelings she brings out of me—are unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. She might ruin me, and I can’t even blame her for it. She’s told me she wants this to be casual. The problem is, seeing her smile like this, hearing her laugh as she stops spraying me with water and drops the hose, makes me want things I know I can’t have.

I sigh, trying to ignore the blossoming ache in my chest.

Her chest heaves up and down from her laughter as she watches me carefully.

A smile slowly blooms on my lips as I tuck my hands into my pockets. “You better run, Lucy baby. Because when I catch you, you’re going to pay for that too.”

THIRTY-FIVE

LUCY

My heart races in my chest as I rush through the double doors that lead from Cal’s porch into the kitchen. I can hear him running after me, but I don’t look back.

I run as fast as I can, my laughter echoing off the walls of his house as I run down the hallway. I don’t even know where I’m going; I just know I’m trying to prevent him from catching me for as long as possible.

It doesn’t work. I’m halfway down the hallway that leads to his room when his arm snakes around my waist.

“Got you,” Cal growls against my ear.

“I really didn’t mean to get your clothes dirty,” I tell him, my lips twitching with a smile he can’t see from behind me.

His chest shakes against my back with a throaty laugh. “That might be true, but you knew exactly what you were doing when you got me all wet.”

Taking me by surprise, he grabs my waist and spins me to face him. In one fluid motion, he steps forward and presses my back into the wall.

My eyes flick down to where his wet shirt clings to the outline of his toned abs. I swallow, my throat suddenly feelingdry at the sight. “I was just trying to help you get clean,” I offer in my defense.

Cal leans in. My lips part eagerly, waiting for him to kiss me. Something about him chasing me was hot. Or maybe it’s the way the fabric of his shirt sticks to all of his defined muscles that has desire coursing through my veins. Either way, my pulse spikes eagerly as I desperately hope this is the time he finally lets things progress between us.

He doesn’t kiss me. Instead, he teases me by bringing his lips centimeters from mine before pulling away. His eyes flicker down to the muddy handprints on his shirt. “The shirt doesn’t seem any cleaner. I’m still dirty, but now I’m also wet.”

I try not to smile as dirty thoughts run through my head.

As if he can read my mind, Cal’s hand finds my inner thigh. “I think it’s only fair if I return the favor.”

I moan at the scratch of his fingertips on the tender skin there. It hasn’t even been two weeks since I’ve felt him touch me like this, but I’ve missed it. We’ve kissed plenty of times…countless times recently. But he’s done everything in his power to keep it from going even a baby step past making out.

It seems like the wait has been just as hard on him as it’s been on me. He wastes no time snaking his hand up my thigh and running his pointer finger over my aching clit through the thin fabric of my panties.

“Are these satin?” Cal asks, a choking sound coming from his throat as his fingers glide over the fabric.

I nod, my back arching off the wall at finally feeling his touch again.

I’ve missed it way more than I want to admit to myself.

“Yes,” I pant as he inches a fingertip underneath the fabric. “I’ve been wearing cute underwear for weeks, hoping that something would happen between us again.”

He presses his lips to mine as a sound of approval comesfrom deep in his chest. His tongue traces the seam of my lips as he inches a finger inside me. He kisses me deeply for a moment before pulling away just far enough to speak. “Fuck. Now it’s going to be my mission to see what panties you’re wearing every day from here on out.”

I want to laugh, but I’m too caught up in the feeling of his thick finger sliding all the way inside me to actually do it. “Don’t make empty promises,” I tease, feeling bolder than I typically do. Something about him encourages me to be this way. At first, I felt uneasy about Cal bringing out this sassier side of me, but now I’m happy he does.

Cal kisses along my jaw, and I moan at the way he playfully nips at my delicate skin before easing the pain with his tongue. “Trust me.” His lips continue to trail along my skin as his finger works in and out of me. “I’m a man of my word. Every day now, I need to know what panties you put on just for me.”

He falls to his knees slowly. On his way down, he trails kisses down my body through the fabric of my dress. Once he’s on his knees, he keeps his eyes pinned on me as he lifts my leg over his shoulder.

My entire body trembles at the sight in front of me.

Cal on his knees. His wet clothes stuck to his body, showing off his perfectly defined muscles. The way his hair falls in his face as he stares at me with so much lust makes me eager for what’s next. With my leg propped over his shoulder, he kisses the inside of my thigh.

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