Page 10 of Forbidden Ride
Her eyes widen. “Ah...” She glances at the couch, looking nervous, excited, and completely turned on. Those sweatpants are probably soaking. “I didn’t mean—”
“To suggest that you’ve been thinking about sleeping with me?”
She gasps, but I don’t regret putting it out there. I’m trying to stay away from her, but this has to be a two-way street.
I can’t get the sound of her crying out my name in the bathtub out of my brain. Her sexy moans play on an endless loop, and every time our eyes meet, the only thing I see is raw heat.
“I—I don’t know what to say.”
“Then don’t say anything, Jenny. I won’t touch you. But I can’t promise I won’t be thinking of you all night.”
Silently, she shifts her gaze from me and looks down at the table.
“Come,” I say, moving over to the couch, changing the vibe. “I’ll be fine here. It’s comfortable.” I fluff up one of the pillows and grab a blanket from the basket beside the hearth.
She rises from the table and checks out the bed.
“There are few more blankets in the basket if you get cold.”
“I’ll be fine. Thanks.” Jenny stands nervously by the bed, playing with the hem of my sweatshirt. I chuckle, knowing she’s only pretending not to be interested in me. And I’m going to let her, because she doesn’t know who the fuck I really am.
She has no idea that once I taste her and glide my hands all over her sweet little body, there will be no holding back. “You can always lock yourself in the bathroom if you’re worried I’ll lose control and come for you in the middle of the night.”
“Ha!” she squeals anxiously. “I—no. You wouldn’t.” She laughs. “Of course I wouldn’t be worried about that.”
I could slip my fingers down your pants, find your tight slippery pussy, and get you off in seconds, right this minute.
“I’m going to get ready for bed.” I need to get away from her before I do something crazy. I can tell by the way she’s acting it’s been ages since anyone has even flirted with her, and it bothers me. It fucking pisses me off that Jenny would feel ignored, or undesirable. How is that possible? What’s happened to her after all these years?
From the second I saw her, I couldn’t get her out of my mind. I’m younger than she is, so she didn’t give me the time of day. With a last name like Johnson, our age difference didn’t matter—she would’ve avoided me anyway.
But one of my brothers was in her high school class, and I used to go to football games with him. I was only in middle school, but Christ, the sight of Jenny on the sidelines in her little cheerleading outfit would give me boners that would last a week.
All that dancing and jumping around, with her tits jiggling and skirt flipping up to show me her tiny matching panties.
Fucking hell.
