Page 60 of Fluke
“That’s a low bar. Trust me.”
She holds my gaze as she rests her ass on the armrest of the couch. Her dress sticks to her body thanks to the humidity on our short walk back to my house, revealing the true depth of her curves.
Dammit,I want her. My fingers itch to feel her skin. I want to feel her pulse around me, knowing I made her feel good. I’m dying to look into her eyes and watch as she gives up control to me. That she trusts me enough to do that.
That she would do that for me.
She slowly licks her Cupid’s bow. “What’s your excuse now?”
“Excuse for what?” I ask, even though I know exactly what she’s talking about.
“Why are you standing over there? And why do I still have my clothes on?”
Dig deep, Carmichael. Don’t give in to her. Not yet.
I lift the bottom of my shirt up and over my head. I toss it at her as I walk to the kitchen.
“Ugh!” She gasps, her bare feet smacking against the floor as she trails me closely. “What are you doing? Where are you going?”
I hide a smile. “I’m thirsty.”
“So am I.”
I peek at her over my shoulder and catch the almost feral look in her eyes. I can’t help it. I laugh.
“This isn’t funny, Jess.”
I open the fridge, keeping my back to her so she doesn’t see the amusement on my face. “You want a drink?”
“No,I don’t want a damn drink.”
“Oh. I thought you said you were thirsty?”
“You know what I meant.”
I take a bottle of water and close the refrigerator. “You don’t sound very happy, Pip.”
Her gaze blazes a trail from my head all the way down to my groin. She may as well use a hot iron because my flesh tingles in its wake.
My cock throbs, and I don’t know how much longer I can do this. I didn’t know I had this much restraint to begin with—let alone when it comes to her. Because in my lowest moments, when I’ve dreamed about being with her, I’ve had her in every position known to man.
Over the couch, on the kitchen countertop, on the dining table, up against the front door, in the shower …every-fucking-where.
Yet here I am teasing her.
I take a long drink, hoping the cold water will cool down my insides.
She blows out a breath. Her exasperation is cute.
I screw on the lid and set the bottle down. Her big doe eyes watch me with anticipation.
“Do you remember that birthday party in the dunes? It was a few years ago, and I can’t even remember whose party it was now,” I say.
“Yeah.”
“Do you remember how it started to storm out of nowhere, and you hopped in my truck?”
She grins. “Yeah.”
