Page 161 of Lilah
"Then stop looking at me," I chide.
"I'm not gonna stop looking at you, you look sexy as fuck sitting there," he lets his eyes travel up and down my frame.
Azalea and 'sexy' have never been used in the same sentence before. I'm not even sure I'vesaidthe word sexy before.
"You think I'm...sexy?" the last word comes out a little higher pitched than the rest.
"If you can give me a hard-on like this you're more than sexy," his eyes find my lips. I release my bottom lip I never knew was being held my teeth.
I grab the comforter around my knees and pull it all the way up to my shoulders.
"And you'reso cute," I tease. His face contorts unhappily.
He gets up without another word and he disappears into the bathroom. I continue my driving game, hitting only a couple of pedestrians.
Following the demolition of seven cars, Grey opens the bathroom door harshly and he walks back into the room, coming straight for me.
His wet hair sends water droplets down his defined chest and I give him an innocent smile.
"What're you looking all riled up for?" I question just as he stops right beside me. He doesn't answer he only throws an arm around me and lifts me from the bed, holding me over his shoulder.
I let out a screech.
"My buttcheeks are out!" I shout, noticing how his shirt that I'm wearing is slowly riding up, being in my position.
"Ha ha!" I realize something, "but you can't see them because I'mover your shoulder!"
He smacks my butt. Pretty gosh darn hard.
"I'm going to get you back for that when you least expect it Sugar," I assure him, the sting still freaking there.
He brings me into the bathroom and now he can see my butt in the mirror. I don't even care anymore.
"Yeah Grey, take a goodlonglook at my booty because you'll never see it again," I ramble as he lowers me from his shoulder and sits me on the counter next to the sink.
I watch as one of those gorgeous smirks forms on his lips. He lifts my chin up to him.
"We both know that's not true," he says softly. Someone needs to turn the AC up higher because this is getting ridiculous.
"You know what? You're justso cute. You're the cutest thing in the world," I tilt my head to the side and his smirk falls.
"And so sweet. You're such a cute sweetheart," I grip onto his cheeks. Buttcheeks? Ha not yet, oh yeah it'll be coming soon though.
"Tell me how to get it off," he shows me his hand and I dramatically gasp.
"Where'd that come from?" I keep my eyes wide as I look back up at him.
"Wheredidit come from?" He asks sarcastically.
"Oh gosh, someone broke in and did that didn't they?" I grasp my heart.
He grips my chin firmly and tilts it directly up to him.
"Get it off," he grumbles, his eyes only flitting to my lips for a second.
"What's so wrong with it?"
"It's purple and ononehand," he rolls his eyes.
