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Don’t these people have homes of their own?
Why the hell are they always hanging out here?
Once I close the bedroom door, the music and noise become muted. Lola walks in before loosening her jacket and throwing it over the desk chair. I hover near the threshold, unsure what to do now that I have her here.
“Do you want something to drink? Maybe a shot?” My brows pinch as I glance around the space. “I’ve got some weed around here somewhere. Would that help take the edge off?”
She glances at me before shaking her head. “No, I probably shouldn’t do any of that if I’m going to get tested.”
“Good point,” I mutter, feeling like a dumbass. I should have thought about that before offering it up. I shift my weight and rack my brain for something that will lighten the mood and take her mind off the situation.
Before I can come up with any alternatives, her fingers settle at the hem of her sweater, tugging it silently up her chest and over her head. She drops the pale pink material to the carpet before toeing off her shoes and then socks. My mouth dries as she flicks open the button of her jeans and lowers the zipper, shoving the thick denim down her hips and thighs until she’s standing in front of me in nothing more than a plain bra and panties.
Ripping my gaze away from her feels impossible. “What are you doing?”
She tilts her head. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“With you?” I force out a harsh laugh. “No, nothing is obvious.” This girl constantly keeps me on my toes. That’s when I realize just how much I like it. The challenge of trying to figure her out. Nothing has been easy, which only makes the small victories even sweeter.
She takes a purposeful step in my direction. “I want you to fuck me.”
Her blunt words have my throat closing up.
“I want you to make me forget everything that’s going on. Just for a couple of hours.” There’s a pause as she tilts her head. “Can you do that?”
Well, hell.
I wasn’t expecting this.
Even more than that, I’m afraid of taking a misstep with this girl. Something that will push her further away when all I want to do is tug her closer. With anyone else, I’d already be stripping off my clothes and sinking deep inside the heat of her body.
But Lola is different. It’s for that reason, I need to be careful. Not only with her, but with whatever is unfolding between us.
“Is that really what you want?” I study her expression, trying to get a read on her thoughts.
Her gaze stays pinned to mine as she lifts her chin. “I think we both know it’s what I need.”
Unable to stay away another second, I eat up the distance that separates us. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to regret this.” There’s no way I could stand for that to happen. Not now. Not when I want her this much.
She sucks in a steady breath before releasing it. “I won’t.”
“How can you be so certain?”
“Because I’ve wanted it—you—for a while.”
When we’re no more than a foot apart, I reach out and cup both her cheeks before tilting her face upward so that she has no other choice but to meet my searching gaze. This girl is so fucking beautiful. I have no idea why it took me so long to see it.
I’m only thankful that I have.
My gaze drops to the plushness of her mouth as my thumb drifts across her lower lip. It’s another reminder that the tough exterior she arms herself with is nothing more than a paper-thin façade.
When she reaches behind her and unsnaps the bra, the stretchy material springs apart before the straps slink down her arms, revealing the taut peaks of her breasts. All I can think about is what it felt like to draw her pert nipples between my lips the other morning.
That’s all it takes for my erection to throb to life.
As much as I want to spread her out across the mattress and sink deep inside her heat, I rein in my need. This isn’t about me. It’s about Lola, and I want to make it the best experience I can. She needs to forget, and I’m going to damn well make sure that happens. When I’m done with her, she’ll have a hard time remembering her own name.
My hands drift from her face before settling on the fullness of her breasts. They’re not huge by any means, but they’re not small, either. They’re the perfect handful, with delectable little nipples that beg to be played with.
I’ve never had a specific type when it comes to females. I like them all. I’ve been with girls who are athletic and toned and ones with curves that go on for miles. As long as they’re game for anything and enjoy having a bit of fun between the sheets, that’s all that matters.
