My hands around her upper arms tightened, and she froze instantly.
Her sharp inhale.
Her parted lips.
Her wide-eyed shock.
It all fueled the need I couldn’t fight.
That I didn’twantto fight.
My focus dropped to that damn mouth in time to see her pink tongue dart out to swipe across her bottom lip. It was more than any man could take. I was about to haul her to me.
To let her feel exactly what she did to me.
To let her feel without a shadow of a fucking doubt how badly I wanted her.
But I didn’t have to.
She leaned in.
Shefucking leaned in.
And then she jolted away just as fast, taking me by surprise. She used that to her advantage and quickly dislodged herself. That wasn’t enough for her, and she took a few stumbling steps back until she hit the wall.
With her out of my arms, the world around us snapped back into place, and I noticed a loud group had come outside, laughing and talking as they smoked.
“That was… I’m sor… I should…” Greer started before taking a shuddering inhale. “I should go.”
When she took off without another word, I wanted to follow her. Fuck, did I want to stop her and hold her in place as I finally took her mouth until I never forgot the taste.
But I gave her the space she needed.
It killed me to do it, but I knew if I pushed her, I would lose her before I ever got her.
And that wasn’t a risk I was willing to take.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
HAS THE B-LISTER GONE INTO HIDING?
GREER
That bastard.
He’s avoiding me.
First, he tried to kiss me last night.
Or we tried to kiss each other.
Or it was in my head, and I almost made an ass of myself.
Either way, firstthathappened, and now he’s avoiding me.
I didn’t even blame Tripp. He’d been amazingly understanding at my little… outburst.
Okay, he’d also added some fuel to the flame of said outburst, but still. He hadn’t told me to relax. He hadn’t told me I was being neurotic and high-strung—though both were true. He hadn’t pouted about the lack of time I had for him.
