Page 23 of The Problem with Dating
Her hands slapped up against my chest, but she wasn’t pushing me away. Instead, she let out a tiny groan. “Gideon…”
I placed a kiss on the side of her neck, and my dick was already angry as fuck for the tease if we weren’t going to seal the deal. “MaybeIwant to be the one who makes your walls shake.”
This time, she let out a breathy moan. “Oh, God…”
And as much as I wanted to set her on top of the counter and just rut her like a fucking animal, as far as I knew, Echo still didn’t like me. She was tolerating me, but that was about it. If we were going to fuck, it had to be her move. I put my interest out on the table, it was up to her to do something about it, if anything.
I pulled back, and looking down at her, her eyes were hooded and her lips were parted, and I really wanted to kiss the fuck out of her.
But I couldn’t.
“If you need me, I’ll be next door, showering,” I told her, and left it at that.
I turned around, grabbed my tool bag, and walked out of her house with my dick calling me a stupid motherfucker among other things.
Whatever she decided, though, I’d respect it. I was the one who fucked up after all.
However, I recognized the lie for what it was.
Chapter 13
Echo~
It wasn’t like this was the first time I’ve acted on hormones alone, I told myself.
Sure, it was probably one of the biggest mistakes I’d ever make, but my body did not care.
Did.
Not.
Care.
Having Gideon dwarf me earlier in my kitchen had me practically leaking by the time he had walked out the front door. It’s been over a year since I’ve had sex, and that internet hookup had been just that; an internet hookup to relieve the pressure.
And I couldn’t lie anymore and say he hadn’t made amends for behaving like a jackhole when we’d first met. He’s apologized since then and has done nothing but try to make it up to me. Sleeping with him was a bad idea because he was my neighbor, and neither of us could just up and move if this ended badly, but my body wasn’t caring about what ifs. All it cared about was that one soft kiss on the side of my neck.
I shivered at the memory as I stood on Gideon’s doorstep.
Throwing all common sense out the window, I raised my hand and rung the doorbell, and prayed he’d hurry up and answer before I chickened out.
One minute…
Then two minutes…
Then three minutes…
I rang the doorbell again, but the second it sounded, I decided to take the hint. Him not answering in a timely fashion was Fate’s way of giving me chance to come to my senses. It was Fate’s way of reminding me that this was probably a bad, bad, bad idea.
I turned to run back home, like a coward, when the door swung open.
Holy Mary, Mother of God.
My eyes practically popped out of my head when they were met with a six-foot-three body of pure tattooed muscle that was dripping wet, only a towel around his waist.
There was absolutely nothing I could do about the drool that was surely making a puddle at my feet as I stared at an almost-naked Gideon Hayes. Sure, I knew he had tattoos because they’d decorated his arms just as sweet as you please, but I had no idea his entire chest would be littered with them.
Oh. My. God.
