Page 90 of The Plus One Contract

I needed a cold shower last night—took one, in fact—after I dropped her off at her parents’ place. I took a cold shower and still ended up in bed, fist wrapped around my cock, trying to erase the feeling of her on my skin, the taste of her on my tongue.

It didn’t work.

Not even close.

I still feel her.

Her hips under my hands. The way she arched into me. The hunger in her eyes, like she would’ve let me take her apart right there on her front steps, consequences be damned.

I let out a frustrated breath, slamming my head back against the seat. This has to stop. That kiss already blurred lines we swore to keep intact. Two more days. We need to get through the wedding we agreed to, and then we both walk away. Contract fulfilled. No more entanglements.

Simple in theory.

Sienna better come out soon because if I sit here remembering her breathless moans for much longer, I might barge inside and take what I really want.

I’m about five seconds from losing my patience when I finally see movement. Sienna steps onto the porch, her head turned away as if she’s scanning the yard, her posture rigid. Even from here, I catch the slight flush on her cheeks.

She looks…

Fuck.

She’s in a light yellow summer dress. Shoulders bare, collarbones delicate, golden hair catching the light. She looks soft and feminine. Two words that somehow manage to twist my chest in ways I don’t appreciate.

For all that, she also looks miserable. Like she’d rather be anywhere else.

I grit my teeth, stepping out of the car. She still won’t look my way as I walk around to the trunk, retrieving her suitcase without a word.

“Thank you,” she says stiffly, hugging herself.

Still not looking at me.

I toss her suitcase into the back of the SUV with a thud.

“Sure,” I manage, turning to face her, but the words die in my throat. She’s avoiding my eyes on purpose, and it’s irritating as hell.

She starts toward the passenger door, but before she can slip away, I shut the trunk and catch her elbow, pulling her back. She tenses under my grip.

“Sienna,” I say, half amused, half something else entirely.

Arching a brow, her gaze is still averted.

She forces a tone that I can see right through when she says, “Hmm?”

No.

She doesn’t get to freeze me out after leaving me with an entire night of cold showers and unsatisfied need.

Sliding my hand up to cup her chin, I tilt her face toward mine. “Look at me.”

A beat passes. Her shoulders deflate a fraction, and she finally lifts her eyes, meeting mine in a rush of tension that slams into my gut.

There it is.

That same electricity from last night, swirling beneath her composure. She can’t pretend it’s not there.

“You plan on avoiding me all weekend?” I ask quietly. “Because if you won’t even look at me, it’s going to be pretty obvious to everyone this arrangement isn’t legit.”

She inhales, eyes flicking away for a second before coming back, and I see something raw in her expression.

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