Page 14 of Sweet Virgin

Chapter Five

Alaska

My clothes were dripping large droplets of water as I stood behind Kealen while he opened the door. Dinner wasn't happening, not now, I was soaked.

And if he had suggested it, there was no way I could eat after that. The way he touched me, the way he looked in my eyes, the taste of his lips against mine. I wasn't ready to wash that away.

Stepping inside, I gripped the trim of my shirt and squeezed. “I think I took the ocean back with me.”

“You should've followed suit.” Winking, he pinched the corner of his shoulder and smiled. “Let's get you a towel.” As he turned towards the bathroom, I couldn't stop myself from laughing out loud. “What's so funny?”

“Following suit would have left me with an ass like yours.” Nodding my head, he twisted his body and looked down. “Maybe being wet all over isn't so bad.”

Kealen's backside was drenched, soaked from his boxers. The water had seeped into his jeans, making it look like he had pissed himself. I was still giggling, unable to stop.

Waving a single finger at me, his lips thinned. “I'd be careful with that.”

“With what?”

“Tempting me with your wetness. Don't make me regret getting you a towel, not that it matters. I could make you wet all over again.”

I should have been cold and shivering uncontrollably from the coldness of the clothes stuck to my body, but I wasn't. I couldn't think, he had shut me right up with an invitation to dare him.

And that kiss, that damn kiss was still smothering my brain. The way his lips felt on mine, the way his body felt when I was in his arms, the way my heart hammered inside my chest when he pulled me in; all of it was clouding my head.

Inside, I wanted to tell him everything, every minute detail of my life. The fear of telling him about who I was and where I came from was starting to fizzle away. It was like he could read my mind, knowing my darkest secrets and fears from just my expression.

He could see the pain in my face when I was thinking about my mom, he could sense my hurt and the worry of losing that memory. If he could read me then, he could read anything.

But it pained me to know I couldn't. He had questions, he was curious about who I was and I couldn't blame him. There was nothing more I wanted than to cuddle up beside him and tell him stories about where I came from, about what it was like for me growing up, what commercials he could find my young innocent face in.

Innocent. . .

I don't want to be innocent anymore.

The wonder of why he moved so much, where he came from and what he did to make a living was right there on the tip of my tongue. But asking meant answering, I wasn't sure I was ready for his reaction when he found out who I was.

It was refreshing to have someone beside me that knew absolutely nothing, it was a one in a million chance that I would run into the one and only person on this earth who had no clue who I was.

There was no way I could risk fucking that up. I purposely tried to not ask him questions about himself, just trying to keep my past a secret. If I didn't ask him, he wouldn't ask me. It was that simple.

Only it wasn't.

Kealen walked out of the bathroom, carrying two bright white towels. “They're not the thickest, I could give you something thicker.” Handing me one, he threw the spare onto the bed and sat down beside it with a shit eating grin on his face.

He knew, I could tell by his eyes, he knew what he was doing. And he knew what he was causing my body to do.

Clutching the towel, I eyed him. I wanted to say something back, tease him with flirtatious bickering that could force him to swallow hard. But I had nothing, I was blank.

But watching his gaze fueled my mind. My nipples were hard, piercing through the fabric, and his eyes were set right on them. Arching my back, I pushed my chest out further.

I can tease you too.

But I have different assets to work with.

If I couldn't think up a quick whip to send his way, I would use the next best thing. Kealen might have been able to read my mind, to see my reaction. But I could read his body.

Grabbing his knees, he shifted on the bed. “Are you going to stay in those clothes?”

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