Page 65 of Fear of Love
“Yeah, right.” Wyatt scoffed in his beer. “The two of you are always staring at each other.”
“The sexual tension is astounding,” Bryton added.
Oh, I knew that.I knew all the sounds Lydia made when I was eating her out and fucking her. I wasn’t about to tell them that, though.
“You do realize if you don’t snatch her up, someone else will. Lydia’s a catch.” Trevor looked at me across from the table. “Aside from the fact she’s gorgeous, she owns her own business and is crazy smart.”
My jaw tightened at the mention of Lydia with another man. I didn’t enjoy the image of someone touching her that wasn’t me.
“There’s been a few guys on the team interested in her.” The way Wyatt said it had me clenching my beer bottle. Like hell one of thoseboyscould satisfy Lydia like me.
“She’d chew them up and spit them out within minutes,” I said, trying to sound like I wasn’t pissed at the thought of another guy seeing Lydia the way I did.
I didn’t want anyone to know her the way I did either. Over the last few weeks I’ve learned more about Lydia and what made her who she is. Like how she has an insane amount of skincare products, items I had zero clue how to pronounce. She also had a strange obsession with sour gummy worms, anytime we watched tv she had to have a small handful. Knowing those few little things just made her burrow even deeper under my skin.
Wyatt shrugged. “You never know.”
As they changed the subject and started talking about something else, I sat there silently fuming. Like hell I was going to let some idiot steal my girl.
An hour later,we called it. The guys were ready to get home since they had practice early in the morning and their girlfriends texted them to talk. I used their excuse to leave as well and called Lydia when I got in my car. The guys’ words about someone else snatching her up festered beneath my skin. I needed to see her.
When I knocked on her door, I wasn’t prepared for the sight that greeted me when Lydia opened the door. One look and it was like my stomach dropped, she was unreal.
Her short blonde hair was half pulled up and done in a cute messy bun that I found myself liking a lot. She clearly changed out of her work clothes and was now clad in an oversized T-shirt. I couldn’t tell if she had anything on underneath. Part of me was hoping she didn’t. Her face was clear of makeup, which made her even more beautiful, if that was possible.
I liked business Lydia, but this version of her was my favorite.
“Hey,” she greeted, a small smile on her face.
“Hey.”
“I was just about to start dinner.” She stepped to the side to let me in.
“Need help with anything?” I asked as I followed her to her kitchen. Seeing her counter sent me into a flashback of eating her out for the first time. I willed my dick to behave. As much as I wanted to charge in here and fuck her, I needed to wait and not go all caveman on her.
“I was thinking of making a quick stir-fry. That okay?” Lydia looked at me over her shoulder, those gorgeous green eyes stealing the words from my mouth. All I could do was nod in return. “While I get the sauce made, do you want to chop the vegetables?”
I finally got my tongue to work. “Sure.”
I stayed off to the side of the kitchen as Lydia moved around getting everything. I couldn’t help but watch as she bent over in the fridge, her oversized shirt lifting up to show her thighs and the tiny shorts she had on underneath. If she kept it up, we wouldn’t be having dinner.
“Here you go.” She placed an armful of ingredients down—a mix of broccoli, peppers, green beans, and onions. “You know how to use a knife right?” Her voice was serious as she asked but her eyes twinkled.
“Blondie.” I narrowed my eyes at her. “I know how to handle a knife.”
“Just making sure. Don’t want a trip to the emergency room.” She put her hands up as she backed up, lips twitching. “If you lose a finger, you can’t blame me.”
While she turned to start the stir-fry sauce, I reached out and smacked her ass. She whirled around with wide eyes.
“Hand slipped.” I gave her my most innocent look.
“Mmhm.” Lydia shook her head and turned around, but not before I saw the smile on her face.
The silence was comfortable as we worked. I couldn’t remember the last time I cooked for or with someone.
I started grabbing different vegetables to cut. The two of us were quiet as we worked. It was surprisingly comfortable and very…domesticated.
“Do you cook often?” I asked a few minutes later.
