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Rarely have I seen Austin smile.
The one in the photograph makes my insides clench.
“And here I thought you might have taken off and I’d have to chase you down,” a deep voice says near my ear.
I jolt and nearly drop the frame before setting it carefully on the dresser and swinging around to face him. Air leaks from my lungs and my eyes widen when I find all that brawny strength standing less than a foot away.
Without a stitch of clothing to cover it.
I swallow before squeaking, “What are you doing?”
He arches a brow. “Attempting to get dressed. Kind of hard to do when you’re in my way.”
Instead of stepping aside and giving me room to maneuver, he moves closer, hemming me in with his big body.
Alarm bells trill in my head as I flatten against the dresser. If I could crawl on top of it to escape his overwhelming presence, I’d do it in a heartbeat.
“You need to back off,” I say, trying to keep the quaver from invading my tone.
His eyes darken. “Do I?”
I hate myself for the way my knees weaken at the sound of his gruff voice. “Please.”
His pupils dilate as he continues to stare. “I always imagined what it would be like to hear that word on your lips.”
Air gets clogged in my throat. It feels as if my heart is on the verge of exploding. “Austin…”
He retreats enough to give me a bit of breathing room. “Is that better?”
“Yes.” Unconsciously, my gaze slides down the length of his hard body before settling on his erection.
My eyes widen.
The longer I stare, the harder it becomes.
Holy.
Crap.
There’s a voice inside my head shouting that I need to stop gawking, but following the directive is impossible. It’s like atraffic accident I’m powerless to look away from. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that it’s tempting to study him more thoroughly.
How’s it possible that he looks both soft and hard at the same time?
I jerk out of the mental fog that has descended when he grips his thick shaft in the palm of his hand.
“What’s wrong?” His voice is deep and guttural. “Haven’t you ever seen a cock before? Because I gotta be honest, that’s not what Jasper’s been telling everyone. According to him, you love being on your knees.”
My wide gaze darts to his. “He’s a liar,” I choke out.
After what happened at lunch, that no longer surprises me. I’m kicking myself all over again for giving Jasper the time of day. It feels like a mistake I’ll spend the rest of the year paying for.
He tilts his head as his hand continues stroking the hard length, squeezing it until the tip turns a purplish hue. “Is that so?”
I straighten my shoulders and inch my chin higher. “Yes.”
“Interesting. Exactly what part is a lie?”
“All of it.”
