Her eyes dropped from my lips to the finger I pointed at her, before moving back up to my daring glare. Her right eyebrow lifted as she stared without uttering a single word in response. Was it challenge I saw in her gaze?
The moment she walked into my kitchen that first day, I knew I had a big fucking problem on my hands, but I couldn’t let her unravel me. I had already let myself slip with her, and I couldn’t allow it to happen again.
There was no mistaking that she was about to kiss me on the damn lips. It was time I got the hell away from Desiree, and it was not because I didn’t want her. It was because of the substantial amount of energy and effort it took to keep from slinging her ass against any sturdy surface and fucking her until we were too exhausted to feel guilty about our actions.
I stepped away with my dick hard and aching and my mind yelling for me to turn around and give her what she was so clearly asking for. A glance back showed her standing there, twisting her seductive body, staring after me like she wanted me to devour her whole. Was it arrogant of me to think that she was thinking of all the wicked little things she wanted me to do to her?
When her teeth sank into her bottom lip and her eyes scanned up and down my body, I realized my assumption had been wrong. She was imagining all the wicked things she wanted to do to me. The deep breath I blew out failed to relieve the pressure on my throbbing dick.
The images of her riding me with that same expression on her face popped into my mind. I quickened my stride towards the garage because shit was getting out of hand between us. There was only so much I could take before I stopped giving a fuck about crossing the line.
The question I had pushed from my mind a dozen times resurfaced. How the fuck was I going to survive the next six days with my brother’s fiancée if she kept tempting me?