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Any moment I’m going to—
The heavy weight crushing me to the mattress vanishes as the intense sensations throbbing an insistent beat dissolve, leaving me feeling achy and unfulfilled. It’s disturbing to realize that it actually wouldn’t take much to make me beg.
Without a word, he swings away before sauntering to the dresser. My gaze tracks his movements as my heartrate gradually settles. Even though my brain is firing off a slew of messages, nothing is being received. All I’m capable of is lying on the bed, limbs akimbo, trying to find my bearings.
My gaze falls to his naked backside as he yanks open the dresser drawer.
Why does he have to be so gorgeous?
So perfectly built?
That’s when I realize he’s way more dangerous than Jasper.
I’ve spent the last month pining for Austin. Even though I denied it to myself, he’s fascinated me since we were first introduced at Hawthorne Prep. And that longing has only grown over time.
With fleeting touches.
Simmering looks.
Quietly spoken words I coveted like something precious.
“You ready to get to work?”
I blink, only to find him looming over me. He’s wearing athletic shorts, but his chest is still bare.
I clear my throat and pray he’s done messing with me for the day. I don’t know how much more I can take. “Can we go downstairs now?”
“Nope. Here’s just fine.”
His gaze slides down my body. That’s all it takes to make me aware that I’m still sprawled out on his mattress. I jerk upright before combing my fingers through my mussed hair.
“It would be easier if we worked at a desk or table.”
“Nah. I like seeing you in my bed.” He tilts his head. “Although, it would be better if you were naked. Any chance of that happening?”
“No.”
“You sure about that? Seems like you enjoy me touching you.”
I shake my head and force my gaze away. It’s so much easier to think straight when I’m not staring full on at him. He’s just…too much.
Too masculine.
Too sexy.
Too angry.
Pull it together, Delilah.
You have to get through this.
I inhale a deep breath before steadily releasing it back into the atmosphere.
As I reach for the stack of papers, I realize that my fingers are trembling. Actually, my entire body is shaking. No matter how many cleansing breaths I force myself to take, my body refuses to settle.
It vibrates like a livewire.
I pick up the first sheet and stare at the words, trying to make sense of them as they swim before my eyes. Why is it so impossible to concentrate?
