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I set my glass of milk down and grip the counter in front of me so hard that my knuckles start to turn white. I might not want to look at him, but I can’t ignore him completely. He is the one in charge around here, apparently, after all.
“I just came down for a glass of milk,” I whisper, my voice weaker than I’d like.
He huffs out a breath, and strides through the kitchen to the fridge. My entire being is attuned to every noise he makes as he grabs something to drink as well. The way his throat works as he swallows is loud in the silent room.
It sure as hell should not make my nipples harden.
Which is when I realize that I am not properly dressed to be around another person. I’m wearing sleep shorts which are far too short to wear in front of another person. The tank top I have on is thin and when I glance down it’s beyond obvious the effect his voice, and his swallowing, has on me.
How embarrassing. I feel my neck and face heat.
His voice is deeper than normal, “Can’t sleep?”
I shake my head, unsure if he’s looking at me to be able to see. Since he probably can’t, I clear my throat and rasp, “No. It’s usually not a problem, but I haven’t been sleeping well since I got here.”
“Is the bed not comfortable?” There’s a hint of derision in his voice that has me turning toward him quickly.
His blue eyes darken as he slowly, very fucking slowly, looks down the length of my body and then back up. My breasts feel heavier as he appraises me.
I’ve never wondered if a guy found me attractive before, but it’s the only thing I want to know right now. When he licks his bottom lip and the look in his eyes goes from curious to hungry, my thighs clench together like my body knows that he’s thinking about devouring me.
For the first time in my life, I don’t think I would be opposed to that.
While I haven’t met a man I’ve been attracted to as much as Crew, nor have I made time in my life for dating, that doesn’t mean I’m a virgin. It felt like one of those things you’re supposed to do at some point. I’ve had sex once because curiosity got the better of me; it wasn’t anything to brag about and haven’t felt the need to try it again.
My body buzzes with the knowledge that Crew would know how to make my body come alive. Hell, all he’s doing right now is looking at me and I’m a puddle of gooey hormones. If he were to touch me then I’d probably combust.
I don’t see a need to test the theory.
Even though I desperately want to.
“The bed is the most comfortable one I’ve ever been on,” I assure him after shaking my head to clear some of the lust from my thoughts.
He is the worst person in the whole world for me to feel this kind of attraction to. Not only is he my best friend and roommate’s brother, but he’s been an ass to me. Then there are the way women follow him around.
I might have been avoiding him, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t seen him here and there. Whenever he’s been outside of his office, there is a damn fan club of women tittering and batting their eyelashes in his wake.
“Glad to hear it,” he smirks and steps toward me, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief and something darker.
I press my body back against the counter, but I have nowhere to go. The feeling of being trapped has my heart racing in my chest.
I make a humming sound as I watch him closely. It’s hard not to notice the way the sleep pants he’s wearing hang off his hips. That’s not even the best part. He’s shirtless.
Yeah. All his golden skin, defined muscles, and tattoos are on display. My eyes try to take it all in without being too obvious, but his tattoos are too blurry for me to figure out what they are.
I want to explore them. With my tongue.
“I don’t think you’ve experienced just how good that bed can feel,” there’s a growl in his words that has goosebumps covering my skin. “I can help you with that,” he offers with a smirk.
“Oh,” I purr as I try and slide away from the man as he steps even closer, “I’m sure you could. If I were interested in being one in a long line of conquests,” my words are bitter and full of resentment that I can’t hide or try to cover up.
The memory of the way that woman pawed at Crew flashes in my mind, and I gasp as I clutch at my chest. What the fuck is going on around here?
The lascivious look on Crew’s face smooths out into a look of concern. His hands reach for me, but he freezes in place before he touches me. My heart painfully lurches in my chest because everything in me yearns for his touch.
Could that soothe this ache? Or would it make the pain throb with renewed vigor?
His voice is like gravel as he pushes the words past his lips, “Are you okay?”
