Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 104237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
I stood in my living room, staring at the door. I was sad to lose a friend, but I needed him to know, once and for all, where I stood with my heart.
I slowly made my way up the stairs, then stripped out of my clothes the second I hit my bedroom. A hot shower was exactly what I needed.
By the time I got back to Scarlett’s house, Eric was gone, and she was upstairs getting ready. As I made my way to the guest bedroom, I got the last reply from the group text I had sent out about dinner. I was bound and determined to make this day up to Scarlett and I needed my family to help me.
I headed to the bathroom off the spare room. The temptation to jump in and take a quick shower won over as I soaped up and rinsed off the day’s grime.
Turning off the shower, I opened the curtain and glanced around for a towel.
Damn it. I should have looked before jumping in. The door to the bathroom opened, and Scarlett walked in. She screamed when she saw me and then stood perfectly still. Well, most of her stood still. Her eyes slowly roamed my wet, naked body, and I couldn’t help smirking when I watched her lick her lips like she wanted a taste of what was before her.
“You wouldn’t happen to have a towel, would you, darlin’?” I asked.
Scarlett’s eyes lingered on my dick which was now growing hard from her gaze.
“Scarlett?”
Jerking her head up, she cleared her throat. “Um…what? Wait. Hold on! What are you doing in here and why are you naked…and wet?”
Fuck if I didn’t want to ask her if she was wet. I knew she was. The way this woman was giving me fuck-me eyes was testing my goddamn willpower.
But Scarlett wanted things a certain way and I was going to respect that. I needed to earn back her trust and if that meant ignoring the way she kept licking her lips and glancing at my cock, then that’s what I would do.
“You were upstairs when I got back, and the front door was open, so I came in. A shower was too tempting, but you don’t have a towel down here.”
Her eyes were now everywhere but on me.
“A towel?”
I laughed. “Just a reminder of what you said earlier. I’m standing here naked and wet.”
Her eyes swung back, except this time she kept her gaze on mine.
“Towel. Um. I, ah, have one, I think…”
My eyes moved up to the towel on top of her head. “Can I use that one?”
Her hand moved up to the towel. “It’s wet.”
“I don’t mind wet. I don’t mind wet at all.”
Did a moan just slip from those perfectly bee-stung lips of hers?
Like a robot, Scarlett lifted her hand, pulled the towel off and handed it to me. My cock jumped against my abs as I watched her dark hair fall around her shoulders.
Fucking hell. What I wouldn’t do to run my fingers through that wet hair and pull her head back so I could kiss the living shit out of her.
Not today, Trevor. Not today.
With a smile, I wrapped the towel around my waist, took a step closer to her and kissed her on the forehead.
“Thanks, babe. I’m going to get dressed now.”
When I walked around her, she mumbled something I didn’t understand, but I chose to ignore it as I walked back into the guest bedroom.
I could feel Scarlett’s eyes on me as I pulled the towel free, dried off quickly, then slipped my jeans on.
“Wait. You’re not wearing underwear?”
Glancing over my shoulder, I lifted my brow. “If you get to stand there and watch me get dressed, do I get to watch you?”
Her cheeks turned red and she walked back into the bathroom and quickly came out with a hair dryer.
“Forgot this was down here. I’m sorry I walked in on you.”
Scarlett rushed by me but not fast enough. I reached for her hand and pulled her to a stop. Drawing her close to me, she placed her hand on my chest and looked up at me with eyes that were silently begging me to kiss her. Her jaw, on the other hand, was firmly clamped shut.
I used my thumb to wipe away the white cream that was on her face.
“You had something on your face. Conditioner, maybe?”
Her entire body trembled as I held her. Her warmth disappeared when I stepped away. It took everything I had not to reach out and hold her steady when she wobbled a bit.
“Th-thanks. I’ll, ah, go get dressed and dry my hair some.”
I nodded, grabbing the shirt I borrowed from Cord. It was hard as hell to ignore the internal desire to beg her to kiss me. Beg her to let me feel her in my arms. Make love to her. But I had to. There was no way I was fucking this up.