Page 13 of The Proposal
My palm sweats around the suitcase handle. I try to look away from him—needing as much distance as possible to think straight. But as I attempt to pull my gaze from his, he refuses to let go.
“If only there weren’t so many reasons that can’t happen,” I say, as much a reminder to myself as it is to him.
“Refresh my memory.”
I laugh. The sound breaks some of the tension, and I clear my throat.“For starters, my brother would kill us both.”
“I can take him.”
“Okay.” I laugh again. “Second, we’re friends.”
“You’ll like me even more when I make you come. Promise.”
My face flushes. “Stop it.”
“What other reasons do you have?” he asks. “You gave me two shitty ones.”
My head scrambles, trying desperately to remember why I can’t grab his face and bring his mouth to mine.
He reaches for me, pressing his thumb against my lips. “Just think about it—I’d bring your birthday in witha bang.”
Fucking hell. I struggle to catch my breath as I imagine that scenario in detail.His calloused hands roaming over me. His tongue circling my nipple. His cock—
He laughs, pulling his finger away from me. “All right. Come on, cutie. Let’s get out of here.”
“What?”
He grabs the door handle and leans toward me, lowering his voice. “We better get up there before your brother beats me up.”
I shove his chest. He grabs me, wrapping his hands around my wrists and jerking me into his chest. I pant, staring up into his handsome face.
“Remember something,” he says, eyes sparkling. “Yousaid no.”
“No, I didn’t.We said no.”
He releases me slowly, smirking. “I didn’t say shit.”
Dammit.
My blood heats, pinking my cheeks. I can’t hear anything over my heartbeat thumping in my ears. I fight myself from reaching for him, from taking him to bed and fucking him like an animal.
He pulls open the door and props it open with his foot. “I only get turned down once.” He watches me pass by him, smiling ruefully. “If you ever want this dick, you’re gonna have to beg for it.”
“Ha. Not going to happen. Ineverbeg.”
“Then I guess there’s nothing to worry about.”
I know him well enough to know he’s struggling to keep his amusement off his face. And he knows me well enough to know I know that.
“You’re an asshole,” I say, heading down the hallway.Thankfully without a crowd.
The door closes behind me, ending the moment.
CHAPTER4
Renn
“It’s been fifteen,” I shout, holding the door open until Blakely and her suitcase get through it.
