“So?”
I track her movements. Seamlessly she moves through her room. Kicking off her shoes as she goes into her closet like she’s done a thousand times before.
My arm drops from where I’d been outlining the squares in her ceiling when she comes back out. The oversized T-shirt nothing new, although I prefer it more when she used to wear mine.
It’s when she lifts her arms. Running her fingers through her hair before pulling it into a high pony that concerns me.
Concern isn’t the right word, captures more accurate. More so than she already does by being just herself.
I arch an eyebrow, and she shrugs unbashfully, going to her dresser. The shirt riding dangerously high up her thigh as her arms stretch again.
“It’s not like you haven’t seen any of this before.”
She’s playing with me, toying, and it’s working. My blood curdles, draining past my ribs.
Rory says it like she’s uninterested, but I can see the way her chest flutters a little faster than before.
I continue to watch her with unhurried anticipation. She likes that I’m looking.Wants me to.
My already erect cock presses tighter into my zipper when her shirt lifts a centimeter higher. The shirt flattens to her smooth stomach but it’s what’s lower that has my focus now.
I swallow, running my tongue over my bottom lip.
“Weren’t you on your way out?” She peeks over her shoulder, and I stay unbashful, gawking at that perfect ass.
“Where did Hailey bring you after school?”
“Why do you care?”
“I didn’t say I cared.” I do. “I asked where you went.”
Her shoulder lifts. “Went and grabbed some food.”
My tongue rolls inside my mouth, never wavering from her little tease. I lift my chin. “Cute, Princess. Try again.”
She juts out her hip, and much to my disappointment, the material slides back down her thigh.
Deliberately, I raise my head slowly. Outlining her every curve with my gaze before settling with meeting her face again.
“Why did you go to Hardin?” I ask with a bit of challenge in my eye.
Her throat clogs as I study her like she’s prey. She’s not the only one that can be a tease.
I already know the answer, but I’m done playing games. She’d been sneaky in getting a job at Hardin without telling anyone, but I no longer care. Other, more pressing—larger issues—on my mind and in my pants.
Her lip curves up into a sultry smirk and I want to bite at it. Press down, just enough to make her whimper. Remind her who she belongs to.
“Keeping tabs on me, Kellet?”
Always, baby.Always.
“My view from here’s pretty nice.”
Pulling open the drawer, she yanks out a pair of shorts. Pushing in one leg and then the other.
My lip curves. “You think that’s going to keep me away?” Waving my hand dismissively. “A flimsy pair of shorts?”
“No…” she agrees on a pause. “But I’m hoping it’ll get you to leave sooner since you were never invited in to begin with.”