Page 56 of Waiting Forever
At least I don’t have to worry about her letting herself in the house. She still has a key, but I’m using the automatic locks again. Now, Harper can’t get in without the keypad code—a code I’ve never given her.
Kensington looks in the direction of the front entrance. “Azure is early.” She seems confused.
I’m not about to tell her it might be Harper and not her date. Instead, I say, “He’s eager to get into your pants, which you’ve made incredibly easy for him.”
Hurt shows in her eyes, even as she scowls at me. “You don’t have to be an asshole.” She turns down the hallway and storms toward her room.
“Where are you going?” I charge after her.
“To get my purse,” she grinds out without glancing back.
“Kensington, stop!”
She ignores me and hurries her steps, but she’s no match for me. Even if she weren’t in those heels, I would have caught her—I’ll always catch her.
She rounds the doorway to her room. I’m right behind her, slamming the door closed.
She stops dead in her tracks and swings around. “You can’t keep me here.”
“I can’t let you go, either. Not until you put on some underwear.”
Her eyes blaze, fiery daggers aimed at me. “Fine.” She marches to the closet in the bathroom.
I follow.
“You don’t trust me?” She stops at the built-in dresser and opens the top drawer.
I don’t answer. Instead, I lift my chin and widen my stance, filling the doorway so she knows she can’t leave without my permission. A small voice in my head says I’m being a dick and need to stop. I ignore it.
She huffs and focuses on the panties filling the drawer. “Which pair should I choose?” She fingers a white lace thong, then a blue one, and a bright-pink one.
My dick grows harder, and I almost laugh. Looks like I’m the one being played.
“No.” She puts them back in the drawer. “I think nude would be a better choice. Less obvious.” She digs around and pulls out a nude pair with a sheer front and a string in the back. “These will do.” She flicks her lashes in my direction. “Turn around while I put them on.”
I don’t move. Hell, I’m barely breathing. This brazen woman knows how to push all my buttons.
She shrugs. “Fine. I’ll turn then.” She pivots, giving me her sexy back. Leaning her shoulder against the dresser, she bends over and carefully threads each heel through the delicate material. Slowly, she straightens and drags the scrap up her toned legs.
Christ.I can barely contain the urge to bend her over the ottoman in the closet and take her from behind.
When she reaches the hem of her dress, she doesn’t slide the G-string under the material. Instead, she pushes up the dress, revealing her tan, glorious ass to me. String in place, she glances over her shoulder. “Do you think it will show through the dress?”
The doorbell chimes again.
Her steamy gaze flits past me.
No way am I letting that guy have her.“Take them off.” I stalk toward her, my mind made up the moment she bared her ass to me. Kensington is mine.
“But I just put them on.” Her lips part as I advance, her breath hitching in my favorite way.
“You’re not going on your date.” I stop so close she has to tilt her head to maintain eye contact.
“I’m not?”
“You’re staying with me, and I’m going to give you what you want—what we both want.”
Excitement flashes in her eyes. “And what’s that?”
