Nope.
It was Christopher’s hand I imagined gliding down my belly, pressing between my thighs, working me with that perfect precision that came from experience.
Nothing about Christopher made me think he was the kind of guy who couldn’t find the clit, or made the mistake of switching up pace or pressure when you were right on the cusp.
No, this was the kind of man who watched you with those intense eyes of his, who could read your body language, who could tell what you needed without having to ask.
God, I needed to get laid.
Before I could rub my tit against him like some kind of animal in heat, his arm moved back.
And there was the book we were there looking for.
Christopher opened his mouth to say something when he looked at my face. Whatever he found there made him pause.
The moment stuttered, paused.
My heart followed suit.
I watched as his gaze dipped from my eyes to my mouth, lingering for just long enough that I knew what his mind was on.
Did I take the chance to wet my lips?
Yes, yes, I did.
Christopher’s breath caught.
His lids closed for a beat.
Then he took a very careful, very deliberate step backward.
“This is the first one. But according to everything Charlotte had to say over dinner a few nights ago, the plot really picks up the most in book two.”
I forced my gaze away, taking a breath I hoped would clear my head of the very vivid image I had of him pressing me back against the stacks, sealing his lips over mine, and rocking his hard length against…
Okay.
Deep breaths weren’t working.
“Maybe I should get book two then too. There’s not a bookstore close to my apartment.”
I walked away from him, hoping some movement and distance might help.
“Oh, boy. There are branded bookmarks,” I said when we reached the end cap where the book series was displayed. “Does Charlotte have one?”
“She doesn’t.”
“Then she needs one too,” I said, plucking two out of the holder. “So, what’s Liam into?”
“Music loud enough to ensure he’ll be partially deaf by the time he’s thirty. Horror movies. Complaining about there being nothing to eat even when the fridge, freezer, and cabinets are full.”
“I once watched one of the Costa teens eat two steaks and three servings of potatoes at dinner. He was as skinny as a garden rake. Where was he putting it all?”
“The difference between Charlotte and Liam is crazy. Even when she went through a big growth spurt last year, she couldn’t eat half as much as her brother. I hope Ezmeray made enough food.”
“She’s got a hollow-legged boy too. Last time I had dinner with them, he ate a whole pizza himself. It was wild.”
With that, we checked out, and I was glad for the chilly night air because not even a walk around the store had cooled off my desire.
