Page 36 of The One for Me
“You can eat naked if you prefer. This is your house and all.”
“You want me naked?”
My eyes lift to his. “I didn’t say that. I just said that it’s your house.”
“I heard: Sean, get naked.”
“You need your hearing checked.”
And I need a lobotomy.
“I’ll put that on the schedule.” Sean takes a seat at the table, and I set the plate down and rush back into the kitchen for the bacon.
My skin tingles as I rest both hands on the counter. This is Sean. This is the guy who never showed any interest in me before. We’ve slept in the same bed a hundred times, and I never once imagined him naked.
Now, though. God, now, I can do nothing but imagine it. If that towel slipped just a bit, there would be no more wonder. There’s a throb in my core as my mind starts to imagine what could’ve happened if I had walked over, pressed my hand against his hard chest, and let his body heat envelop me.
I grip the edge of the granite, holding on as I feel myself slipping away.
Then I feel a hand press against my back.
“Devney.” Sean’s voice is deep and gravelly.
I don’t answer as my pulse spikes.
“Are you okay?”
No. I am definitely not okay. In fact, I’m so far on the other side of okay that I don’t remember what it looks like.
His hand moves up my back and then squeezes when he reaches my shoulder.
“I’m fine.”
“You’re not.”
I have to stop this. We need to create new boundaries, ones I didn’t know we’d ever need, but this isn’t working. I need a place to stay, at least for a little while longer, so I can’t leave.
I turn to face him, feeling a pull to him so deep it makes my head swim. I open my lips to say all of it, but nothing comes out.
There is something in his eyes. The dark rim is wider and there’s a hunger burning between us, growing warmer.
I clear my throat. “I have bacon.”
His lips slowly spread into a grin. “Yeah?”
“Yes. Bacon. I made it.”
“Good. I like bacon.”
He moves closer, only I can’t go anywhere because the small of my back is against the counter. Sean leans in, his one hand rests next to me, and the other snakes around to the plate that’s behind me.
“Sean,” I say as a warning.
But he plucks up a piece of bacon and pops it into his mouth. “Mmm.” He groans, and my stomach drops. “It’s good.”
I blink rapidly, trying with all my might not to think about him making those sounds while doing something . . . else. “You should get dressed.”
He looks down at the towel again and then back up at me. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”
