Page 34 of Mine Forever
I glance up to the storm-darkened sky before looking back down into her desire-filled eyes.
My cock hardens painfully behind the zipper of my jeans. If I don’t step away soon, I’m going to do something that we’ll both regret.
“We’re about to get soaked,” I say, my voice gruff. I push off the side of the truck and turn away from her before she can reply.
The only sound between us is the howling wind signalingdangerous weather is imminent. We get all the bags inside just in time for the bottom to fall out and sideways rain to commence.
I leave Eden in the kitchen to go check the generator, making sure it’s ready for the eventual power outage. With the wind and rain already pounding the island, it’s only a matter of time before we lose power.
By the time I get back, she’s already put everything away and is gathering the plastic bags into a pile.
She turns to face me, her hands sliding into her back pockets. I sigh inwardly, wishing she wouldn’t do that.
All it does is emphasize her breasts, and my willpower is weak right now.
“I wasn’t sure where some things went, so I stuck them in the pantry.” She shifts her feet and balls up the bags in one hand. “Do you keep these?”
I shake my head. “Usually I keep them for the elementary school to use, but I’ve got plenty already.”
“Elementary school?” Her brows meet her hairline.
The way she says it puts my back up. “Yeah, they use them for projects or recycling where they can collect money.” I fold my arms over my chest. “Why?”
“No reason. I’m just curious.”
“Well, you don’t need to be curious. You’re not sticking around.”
Her eyes spark with anger, but I have to admire how she banks it quickly, not rising to the bait I toss into the proverbial stormy waters. “Right.”
She edges her way out of the kitchen. “I’ve got to go out and get my suitcase?—”
“I’ll get it.” I head toward the door when her voice stops me.
“I can handle it.”
I turn back to her. “I’m aware of that.”
She twists the bags in her hands, giving me a narrow glare. “Why are you being nice?”
“I’m not. But it’s storming out there, and the last thing I want is for you to be injured so you can sue my ass.”
She opens her mouth to say something, but stops and shakes her head.
“Fine.” She digs into her purse and tosses me her keys.
I walk out into the storm, sideways rain and wind whipping at me.
But I don’t notice it.
I’m too busy trying to stop thinking about anything that remotely makes me want to be nice to her.
Like getting her suitcase during a storm so she doesn’t get wet.
The more of a bastard I am to her, the more I’m sure she’ll stay away from me.
I’ll just have to stay away from the kitchen if she’s in there.
My kitchen is big, but being in any enclosed room with her will test any willpower I have with her.
