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I can’t believe a simple laugh has me so hot and bothered.
Holt smiles at me for a moment. But then a coolness replaces the warmth in his expression. He quickly grabs a box of pasta off the shelf and barely looks at me as he mumbles, “Have a good night.”
Before I can even open my mouth to respond, he walks away, leaving me standing there staring at his back.
What the hell is with this guy?
Chapter Five
Holt
Ican’t get out of that damn store fast enough. Can’t get away from Felicity fast enough.
It’s a wonder I don’t get a speeding ticket on my way home.
But no matter how hard I try to calm myself down, nothing works. She’s all I can think about: those dimples when she smiles, the light behind her eyes, her unrivaled beauty.
Even wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans, she had me hard as a rock.
The drive home doesn’t do anything to help matters, either. All I can think about is stripping her out of those clothes, kissing her sweet skin, spreading those perfect thighs of hers open wide…
…and making her mine once and for all.
When I get to the house, I throw the bag of groceries on the kitchen counter, then let out an anguished groan, knowing I have to do something to get these feelings out of my system. I mean, for fuck’s sake, my cock is ready to tear a hole right through my jeans.
I yank down my fly and pull out the angry fucker. Finally freed, it twitches and throbs with need.
I brace myself with one tense hand against the countertop as I wrap the other around my length and start to stroke.Her full lips. Her tantalizing hips. Her…
“Shit,” I grit out, my grip tightening as electricity shoots through my body.
It feels like I empty my damn balls.
And yet. The fire inside me doesn’t feel any weaker than it was a few minutes ago.
I curse again as I get myself cleaned up. This is ridiculous. I need to get over this stupid schoolboy crush.
Felicity is off-limits, damn it.
If only the rest of my body would get on the same page.
The next morning,I still can’t stop thinking about her. After screwing up and having to redo a sixth tile in the bathroom, I finally give up. My mind just isn’t in the right place for detail work.
It’s obvious I need to let off some steam, and I need to find another way to do it other than rubbing one out.
I head out to my truck and grab a sledgehammer. After all, there’s no better way to let out aggression and frustration than smashing through walls. Even though I’d planned on handling the demolition of the living room later, I figure it’s better to skip ahead than risk screwing up more tile work.
Those tiles aren’t cheap, after all.
I spendtwo days demolishing as much of the house as I can. Breaking down drywall, ripping out rotting wood: it’s backbreaking work, but it also feels good.
And, most importantly, it takes my mind off Felicity.
At least, it does until I stop at that grocery store again on my way home to pick up some fresh bread and milk. Within a minute of walking in, I spot her. There’s no mistaking those curves. No one else on the planet has hips that fine.
And no one else on the planet makes my heart feel like it’s going to explode.
When she turns around, all the air is knocked from my lungs. She plasters a smile on her face, and even though I’m barely able to stay standing upright, I can tell it’s forced. Fuck. I know there’s no way she could know about me jacking off to thoughts of her, but it sure feels that way.
