“I am. All I see is a beautiful woman.”
She glanced at him before shifting her gaze back to her pizza. “Who’s gross.”
He set his pizza on the coffee table and scooted closer to her. He took her hands in his and squeezed them quickly. When her gaze met his, he spoke. “You are incredibly beautiful regardless of your state of dress. I’m here because I’m incredibly attracted to you. I always have been. Clearly I was in college as well, despite not remembering meeting you. I will always be attracted to you.”
She sighed, and her face turned a bright shade of red. “I’m only saying I’m gross because of my comment earlier and you not responding.”
“Are you referring to the other needs comment?”
When she nodded, he continued, “You honestly took me off guard, but I would be more than happy to service any need you have.” His hand moved to her thigh and gave it a squeeze. “Although, I think it might be a good idea to wait until you’ve healed a bit.”
“You’re right. It would.” Her hand landed on his leg and skirted along his groin. His eyes shot to hers, and she smirked. “But no one said anything about you,” she whispered.
Her hand brushed him, and his body immediately roared to life. His cock twitched, and a groan tore from his lips.
He captured her hand in his to halt the movement and took a deep breath. “I’m not going to let you do that if I’m not equally pleasing you.”
She tilted her head. “So, what’s off the table?”
He swallowed… hard. A thousand different pictures ran through his head of the different ways he could please her, and he mentally tossed out anything that could jostle her ankle.
“I think the only thing we shouldn’t do is have sex. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“But we’ve already done that.”
“Yes, because I was a horny teenage boy, finally getting the girl he wanted. But now I’m an adult with a rational mind.”
She giggled. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
She tugged her hand free from his and brushed his cock again. He squeezed his eyes shut and sucked in a breath.
Damn. She knew exactly how to get him going.
“So how are you going to equally please me?” she murmured.
He closed his eyes when she slipped her hand into his pants, taking his erection into her hand. She gave him a gentle squeeze before gliding her hand up his length at a painstakingly slow pace.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked. Not even an hour ago, she was mad at him. The last thing he wanted to do was make her uncomfortable.
“Brent, I’m pretty sure I’m the one who started it,” she whispered.
“Honey, I’m home!” Jessica called out as soon as she opened the front door. “I grabbed us some dinn?—”
She stopped abruptly and quickly slapped a hand over her eyes before slowly backing out of the room. “Oh, gross. Gross. Uh, I’ll take this dinner to enjoy with Travis. See you both tomorrow.”
Then she hightailed it out of the house.
Candace’s hand was down Brent’s pants with a clear erection pressing against the fabric. Jessica wouldn’t have been able to see much, but it was far more than she bargained for.
Candace looked at Brent, and they burst into laughter.
“Think we just scarred her for life?” Brent asked.
Candace wiped her eyes. “I’d say so.”
