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I swallow, unable to take my eyes off him, his sleeve of tattoos that merge into his chest, or the water still dripping down his body all the way down to his cock that’s saluting to the ceiling.Why the hell is he hard?
My mind races as I try to blink away, but I can’t. My feet are cemented in place, and all the air is sucked out of me.
“I’m starting to think you have a thing for me.” He smirks, obviously proud of himself. “If you wanted to get me naked, all you had to do was ask.” He flashes me a wink, the corner of his lips tilted up in amusement, and continues walking past me into the living room.
It takes me a few moments to collect myself. How the hell did that not work? Why is this man so complicated?Fuck.I need to step up my game. But nothing fazes that jackass. He has a perfect body and knows it, so of course he doesn’t mind flaunting it. But sooner or later, he’s going to need his sheets and clothes.
I walk to the kitchen, making sure to avoid him. I dig around in the fridge, letting the cool air hit my heated cheeks. My entire body is on fire, and only an ice bath would cool it down at this point.
Images of his hard cock haunt my mind even when I try to push them out. I assumed Travis was big, but seeing it in all its glory, thick and stretched, has my body tingling in areas I wish I could control.
After several minutes of trying to cool my body down, I decide to make some toast, so I grab the container of butter and a bottle of orange juice. Maybe I just need some sugar to get my brain working again.
With the items in my hands, I use my elbow to shut the door. Before I realize what’s happening, Travis traps me between his hard chest and the fridge door.
“What the hell?” I gasp, dropping both items to my feet. I feel his cock press into the low dip of my back, his firm arms caging me in.
“What’s the matter?”
I swallow.
“I think you need a lesson on boundaries,” I manage to say, my palms pressed against the fridge door.
He dips his head, brushing his stubble along my neck. I shiver, pissed that he’s getting a reaction out of me. His mouth is dangerously close to my ear as he whispers, “If it’s anything like your tutoring lessons, I won’t get my hopes up.” I feel a hand slide up my arm and brush along my collarbone before wrapping his palm around my neck and tilting my head up. It’s oddly soothing, and for a second, I forget Travis is the one holding me captive.
“I wouldn’t be opposed to teaching you a thing or two,” he growls against my ear again. His voice is low and deep as he taunts me, pushing every button he can.
“Get your naked body off me,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Never heard that one before.” He rocks his hips, pushing harder against me. My eyes flutter closed on their own accord as a moan releases without permission. His hand slides down my chest and palms my breast, making me release another throaty moan. His other hand squeezes my hip, melding our bodies against one another, and my head falls back as I feel his hot breath on my blazing skin.
“So, tell me again who’s in control around here? Because I’m pretty sure I just about made you come.”
My skin pricks at the words that come out of his mouth. “Screw you, Travis.”
“Sorry, Princess. I don’t fuck virgins.” He clamps his teeth over my earlobe and nips it. “But if you ever want a lesson in sucking dick, I’d be glad to teach you. I’d even waive the tutoring fee.”
My body tenses at his condescending tone. My mind finally clears, and I snap out of his spell. I turn my body just enough to dig my elbow hard into his ribs. He stumbles back with a curse, giving me the opportunity to walk away and out of the kitchen.
I’m pissed at the way he’s always pushing my boundaries and trying to get a reaction out of me, but I’m even more pissed at myself for falling into his stupid trap. My traitorous body took the bait, and now I’m the one who got burned.
CHAPTERSEVEN
TRAVIS
Viola Fisher may looklike your typical book nerd, but it’s all a deception. She’s as smart as she is feisty, and hell, if that isn’t hot as sin. My thoughts are plagued by her, and if I don’t get everything about her out of my mind, I’ll go fucking crazy. Drew would murder me in my sleep if he knew the ideas I was having about his sister. That is, if Viola doesn’t do it first.
After our encounter in the kitchen, I walk around the house naked just to rile her up even more. When I catch her staring at me, she blushes and turns her head like she wasn’t just admiring what she saw.
“Appreciate it, Princess. All of it,” I taunt as I strut to my room to grab my phone, knowing damn well she’s looking at my ass.
When I walk back into the living room, giving absolutely no fucks, she groans and starts shoving books into her bag. I’m wondering when she’ll raise the white flag and return my clothes, but when she leaves to go nerd it up somewhere with her whole library packed, I realize she’s not going to cave anytime soon.
Though I could walk around naked, showing her every inch of my body all day, it was getting a little annoying. But I’d never let her know that. It’s too much fun to make her uneasy, which she brings on herself most of the time. I have nothing to hide, and I’m not fucking ashamed of what I’ve worked for.
I can’t stop thinking about the rush that swarmed through my body as I pressed against her, knowing damn well she felt it too. The electricity isn’t something that can be ignored. Her body responded to my touch, and as much as she’ll deny it until the day she dies, she wanted what I had to offer. The moan that released from her pouty lips was almost too much for me to handle. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that, but goddammit, she pushed me too far. She asked for all of me, or she never would’ve stolen every piece of clothing I own. She made sure to be extra cunty and took my sheets and pillowcases too, like bare mattress sex would scare me. For the record, I regret absolutely nothing. I’d press my naked body against her again and again. It’s a memory that I’ll file away for later use.
After I rummage through Drew’s closet and find something that’s somewhat my style and size, I search through Viola’s clothes and take everything but the scandalous pieces. If she wants to go anywhere, she’ll look like she works at a strip club. Although she won’t appreciate it, I know I will.
