Page 35 of The One for Me
This is a fucking mess. One month here, and I’m lusting after her so hard that not even a cold shower will get rid of my raging hard-on. I’m far worse than I was trying to convince myself. Not only do I love Devney but also I want her. I need her. I have to see if what I’m feeling is even remotely reciprocated.
Sure, she kissed me. Yeah, she really seemed to like it, but is she on fire? Is that why she kicked me out into that cabin?
Only one way to find out.
And it starts now.
Chapter Eleven
Devney
Sleeping in that bed was the mistake of a lifetime, but I was lonely. All I wanted was to feel close to him, and then I went and got myself caught by the man I’m trying to avoid.
However, I am a strong and determined woman. I will not bend to the masculine wiles that threaten to weaken me. I will not make the same mistake again, and Sean and I will go back into the friend zone. That’s all there is to it.
I flip the pancakes once more before putting them on the plate and turning to head into the dining area.
Instead of being able to move, though. I’m a statue.
My bones are granite, and my heart has stopped.
There stands Sean . . . dripping . . . wet.
The rivulets of water fall down his chest in slow motion, slide over the planes and contours of his very, very toned body, and then catch on the towel slung around his waist.
My eyes trace the path each drop makes, wishing my fingers were on his skin, getting to feel my way down.
His deep rumble breaks my stare, and when I catch his eyes, I see the mischief. “Did you hear me?”
He spoke?
“No. Sorry, I was . . . thinking.”
“About?”
Your body.“Food.”
“Well, since that’s what I asked . . . we’re in luck.”
There is no mistaking the humor in his voice. He knows damn well what he is doing and that I was definitely not thinking of food. I need to control this situation and put us back on common ground.
Only, I can’t seem to stop watching the water cascading down his skin. “You’re planning to eat breakfast in a towel?” I ask, my throat feeling a bit tighter on that last word.
“I usually eat breakfast naked.”
“Naked?”
Sean grins. “I thought this was a good compromise.”
Yeah, what a prince he is.
I close my eyes, release a sigh, and focus.
I can do this.
He’s trying to rattle me, to get me to say how much I want him, or maybe even be tempted into doing something stupid instead of just thinking it. I remind myself again of how strong and non-attracted I am to this man. That’s a lie. I am very attracted, but I am not interested. Yes, because interest leads to want, and want leads to bad choices and bad choices lead to lifelong regrets, which I already have plenty of.
Sean Arrowood will not be a regret because he won’t be anything other than a friend.
