Chapter 4
Gavin
Not going to lie.
It takes monster strength to live in my small apartment with a hot and wickedly funny female, knowing that I can’t do any of the things my horny brain fantasizes doing with her. I can’t touch her because she’s off limits while she’s living with me.
How I haven’t succumbed to her bewitching sexual power, or turned into a bumbling heap of horniness since she’s been here, is beyond me. My willpower has never been my greatest asset. I have impulse control issues and she’s quickly become my very own torture device in a petite and diminutive package.
Like right now, for example. I step out of my bedroom after a fitful night’s sleep and am assaulted with the view of her perfect round ass pointed in my direction. She’s bent over the table, chatting on the phone with her friend, detailing out a plan to meet up in Spain. My fingers twitch to place my palms on each of her plump cheeks, push her down across the table and slide inside her. We’d fuck so hard the table would shake, scattering the maps she’s looking over to the floor.
But instead of listening to my overactive imagination, I grab a juice bottle out of the fridge, trying, but failing, to avoid the allure of her curvaceous backside. Kady catches me staring when she glances over her shoulder, giving me a disconcerting eyebrow raise.
“Do you know?”
Uh. What now?
I stammer a feeble response, pulling out the chair next to her so I can sit down and avoid any further showdowns with her ass.
“Do I know what?”
“Men, they never listen,” she sighs disparagingly. I can hear her friend snort loudly on the other end of the line. “Listen, I’ll give you a call later once I know more. Stay out of trouble a little while longer, will ya? And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Her sweet,sexy laughter filtersthrough the room, and my dick responds as if it’s been snake charmed.
My juice helps douse some of the slow burn that has built up in my lungs and chest cavity from the view of Kady’s long, shapely legs on display in her little romper she wears. I guess that’s what they call it. It’s a flouncy navy-blue tank and short set with straps at her shoulders that billows open and hangs low at her boobs.
Which, of course, is where my eyes automatically gravitate toward as she heaves deeply, her chest rising and falling in an exaggerated fashion, capturing my attention. When she sees where my eyes have landed, she smacks her hand on the table.
“Eyes up here, dude,” she snaps her fingers in my face, drawing me out of the sensual trance. “I know I’ve got a great rack, and my girls are rather eye catching if I do say myself, but now’s not the time. There’s work to be done.”
I’ll admit, all I heard from her wasrackandnow’s not the time. Which translated in my sex addled brain means that theremightbe another time. As in not right now, but later maybe. Which gives me some ideas. Lots and lots of ideas about what could potentially come later.
No. Absolutely not. You can’t touch this girl. Ain’t gonna happen.
When I finally gather my wits, and find my resolve, I lift my eyes to hers to prove that she has my full attention. Taking another swig of the juice, I mumble out an apology.
Kady stands erect, placing her hands on her hips and tilts her head with a quirk of a smile. Maybe more like a sneer.
“You can look all you want, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to sleep with you because you’re letting me stay here. That’s not gonna happen.”
I swear, just to yank my chain, she juts her hip out further and pushes her breasts out a fraction of an inch more to amplify her point.
“The thought never even occurred to me,” I lie smoothly, swallowing it down along with my juice. “You’re pretty presumptuous for not knowing me very well.”
Kady smiles wryly. “Oooh…big word, big guy.”
“I’ll show you big,” I mumble, closing my mouth around the bottle so she can’t hear what I said.
She’s quiet for a moment before she laughs and shakes her head, pointing to the map out in front of her. “Getting back to my question. Izzy and I want to meet up in Madrid. I’m trying to figure out, and what I asked you about is what’s the best way to get from here to Madrid. The map shows it’s just right there, but it’s across the water.”
“Spain?” I brilliantly question, looking down to the spot she’s pointing out on the map.
Kady rolls her eyes as if I’m the dumbest person in the world. She’s not wrong. Sometimes I feel that way.
“Yes, Spain. Izzy’s decided she’s not coming back to Florence, but wants me to meet up with her in Madrid. I just need to figure out how to get there.”
Her frown burrows into her forehead, creating tiny crisscrossing lines between her brows.
