Page 34 of The One for Me
I peek at her chest once more, unable to stop myself. “Why is that?”
“Because you keep looking at me like . . . well . . . that!”
“What’s that?” I push her.
“Like you want to climb in this bed with me.”
She has no idea how right she is. “And that would be bad?”
Devney’s eyes widen. “Yes! Yes, that would be bad.”
“But, youarein my bed already.”
Her brown eyes dart around as she slides from the bed, and I’m fucking done. She has on the shortest pair of shorts I’ve ever seen. I’m not even sure they are shorts, they look like underwear. She turns around to grab something and I wonder if my knees will give out. Across the back it says: kiss this.
Oh, sweetheart, just say the word.
She groans when she can’t find whatever she’s looking for, and I watch those long, toned legs make their way toward me. I run through every nasty bug, fish, and nasty smell I can to keep from embarrassing myself in front of her. “I can move out into that shed thing.”
“Not a chance.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not having you sleep in that while I’m in here. Either you come stay in it with me or you stay here.”
Devney bites her lower lip. “I’ll find a place right away.”
“No. You’ll stay here for as long as you want.”
Her hand rests on her hip. “You’re only here for five more months.”
“And?”
“And then you leave.”
“Okay. You can stay in this house until we figure it out. Declan and Connor would never push you out, and Jacob will need adult supervision when he comes. It’ll all work out.”
She runs her fingers through her long brown hair, capturing it and bowing her back so her tits jut out toward me.
For fuck’s sake.
I clear my throat and step back, there’s no stopping my erection this time. “I need that shower now.”
“I’ll make breakfast.”
I nod and start to head out, but then I stop. “Hey, Dev?”
“Yeah?”
I turn, letting my gaze roam her body once more before my mouth ruins the view. “Put some clothes on unless you’re trying to kill me. If you are, then, you’re succeeding.”
I see the surprise flash in her eyes before she looks down. “Oh my God!” Her hands cover her chest, and I’m out the door before I end up making a complete ass of myself.
I take a quick shower, stepping in as soon as the water is on, hoping the cold will help—it doesn’t.
In fact, it makes it worse because there, in my shower, are all of Devney’s things. Her floral shampoo and vanilla body wash. Like a fool, I lift it to my nose, inhaling the scent at its strongest, wanting to see if it still clings to her at night.
Which then prompts me to want to do a lot more with her.
