Page 29 of The Elusive Billionaire
She jumps, crosses her arms while staring at me, then she shrugs. “I thought you were done in here.”
Focus on her eyes, Reyes. Focus. On. Her. Eyes. Exceptional peripheral vision can be a hazard at times.
I drop the bottles of water on the counter harder than necessary. “You need water to brush your teeth. Here.” I hold out a bottle in her general direction.
I know she’s going to do it before she even drops her arm. There’s a spark in her eyes that flashes when she’s ready to fight—or fuck. Right now, it could go either way, except that I decided we weren’t having that type of relationship anymore.
She drops her arms, and the stupid organ in my chest jackhammers against my ribs, silently telling me which direction every molecule in my body would like this to go. Thankfully, my mind is a stubborn ass, and I stay rooted to my spot, angry that she’s topless, thankful that she’s topless, and annoyed that her being topless is the only thing I can focus on.
It’s impossible not to stare, so I turn away and grind my teeth until my jaw aches. The faster we’re done in here, the better.
“Grey?”
I face the mirror, grab my toothbrush, and she holds hers out next to mine. Because I’m already fighting my instincts to lick her nipples, I place toothpaste onto her toothbrush as well.
Do not react, Greyson. That’s exactly what she wants. Savannah is a woman who knows she’s sexy as hell, and she’ll use it to her advantage in the smartest possible ways.
Some women shy away from their sexuality, but not her. It’s what drew me to her in the first place. She knows what she wants, and she doesn’t hesitate to take it.
It’s also what annoys the hell out of me.
“Oh.” The surprise in her tone forces me to look at her in the mirror. That’s mistake number one because, try as I might, her breasts are a masterpiece, begging for attention. “This is why you always taste and smell like cinnamon.”
She’s talking with her mouth full of toothpaste foam. It covers the corners of her lips and reminds me what she looks like when it’s my come she’s holding in there.
This, us, we’re so messed up. We aren’t compatible, but I can’t stop envisioning sex with her either.
“It’s kind of weird,” she says, then spits into the sink.
My cock decides it really likes seeing her spit. Maybe even more than swallowing because when she spits, the muscles in her neck are on display, and her lips purse in the sexiest way.
“What’s weird?” Damnit. I forgot I don’t like her.
“I’ve never actually known anyone who uses cinnamon toothpaste.”
My mother used it, but I’m done sharing personal shit with this sexy little Benedict Arnold.
“Your limited world knowledge is none of my business.” I jam my toothbrush against my gums so hard they’re probably going to bleed.
“You know what I think?” The woman fucking purrs as she rests her ass on my counter, close enough that my arm would brush her tits if I leaned over.
“I don’t care what you think, Monroe.”
She pushes her breasts higher when she crosses her arms under them.
“Where’s your shirt?” I bark.
She points to the shower, where the remains of her clothes lay in a puddle.
“Where’s my shirt?” My resolve is crumbling. If she stays in my space, I’m not sure what I’ll do.
“I forgot the water wasn’t working, and when I turned it on to brush my teeth, it spluttered and spit out brown shit all over me. I had just wiped up the counter with it and tossed it into your hamper when you so rudely barged back in here. I figured since the last time we had sex you left bite marks all over my boobs, it didn’t matter if you saw them again now.”
“It doesn’t matter. And that was at Christmas, not yesterday.”
“Right.” She smiles, and I get the impression she’s forming a devious plan right in front of me.
“I don’t really give a shit if you prance around here naked, Monroe. Our physical relationship is a thing of the past.”
