Page 21 of Rookie Mistake

Her eyes light up before dropping back to the screen. “See you soon, Trouble.”

When he showsup an hour later, thankfully after I kicked Harper and Lily out the door, I’m… nervous. For the first time in a very long time.

Like I’m going on a first date or meeting someone for the first time and not like I haven’t already had one of the best sexual experiences of my life with the guy.

It’s a foreign feeling, one that I’m not accustomed to, that has my stomach flipping as I swing the front door open and see him standing on the other side wearing a cocky, dimpled grin.

It’s only been two days since I’ve seen him, and somehow, it’s like I’ve forgotten how hot he is until now that he’s standing here in front of me.

It doesn’t at all help the fluttering in my stomach or the wild thrash of my heart.

Unlike the night of the auction, tonight, he’s dressed casually in black athletic shorts and a worn gray cutoff shirt that shows the tanned, sculpted muscles along his sides, along with an old baseball hat.

“Hi,” he murmurs.

“Hi.”

His smirk widens, and I step back, holding the door open, allowing him to step inside. When he passes, brushing against me, the scent of his bodywash, fresh and clean, invades my nostrils and makes my core clench.

Shutting the door, I turn to face him, watching as he looks around my living room. I’ve only lived here since the summer, but I’ve been trying to make it less like a bachelor pad a little at a time.

“I like your house.”

I cross my arms over my chest and smirk, popping a brow. “Did you come over for small talk or…”

“Brat.” He chuckles.

I force my gaze from his and bite back a smile.

Surprisingly, my favorite part about Davisisn’thow talented he is with his tongue but how much fun it is to talk shit to him and the fact that he never hesitates to talk shit right back.

It may be my favorite version of foreplay.

He walks over to me in long, measured strides and stops in front of me, reaching up to finger the end of my wet hair, rolling the strands between two fingers. “You know exactly why I’m here, Zara.”

I swallow roughly, sucking in a breath as I try not to clench my thighs together at the low, raspy baritone that’s full of promise.

“Mmm, do I?”

My words are breathless, betraying exactly how I’m feeling right now, and he smirks, dropping the strand of my hair that he was twirling around his finger. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, and something tells me you haven’t been able to stop thinking about me either.”

“I thought this was supposed to be one night.”

“Yeah, well, one night wasn’t enough. In fact, I barely got a taste. Wasn’t nearly enough,” he responds, licking his lips as his gaze drops to mine. “I love these painted red, but fuck, they’re even prettier when they’re not. Gimme another taste, Zara.”

When he lifts his hand and sweeps his thumb across my lip, a shiver racks my spine, and my nipples tighten into hardened peaks that press against the fabric of my cotton tank. The friction is deliciously torturous.

I want him.

We have this insane… tangible chemistry that I couldn’t deny even if I tried.

It’s palpable, a magnetic field of tension that is terrifyingly powerful.

And right now, I want to climb on top of him and chase that feeling, but I also know that this can’t keep happening unless we lay down some type of boundaries.

I don’t want to be in my head about this, and clear expectations make things easy.

My specialty.

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