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Her fingers rub against each other like they’re trying to control themselves. Does she want to reach out and touch me? The thought of her being nervous makes me smirk. Her eyes scan up my legs, to my bare chest, and stop on my lips. She bites down on her own, and I can’t help but notice the pink hue on her chest.
She’s losing it. There’s a power in that, an exhilaration that’s hard to ignore. I need to remember to lose the shirt more often.
“I never noticed…” she whispers, moving her hands down to her sides. “I mean, I noticed. I just never…”
“Allowed yourself too long to appreciate it.” I move toward her.
“Right.” Her chest rises and falls rapidly, like she has zero control of herself.
“And what about now? Are you going to allow yourself?” My last step brings me to her feet, and I straddle one leg while standing above her.
Her chin lifts, and her hair skims over her back. “It’s probably not a good idea.”
“Sometimes the bad ideas are the ones that change our lives, Hannah. Let me change everything.” I lean down, inching my lips closer to hers. “I know you said you didn’t want me to kiss you yet, but…”
Devin Sawyer is a contemporary romance writer who enjoys a bit of dirty humor. If you have a dirty joke, she’s the first one that wants to hear it. She grew up in a small Texas Town and still enjoys the quiet of the country. She started out writing at a young age with moody, depressing, poetry–mostly about unrequited teenage loves. But enough about the dark times…
Now Devin prefers to write witty romantic comedies with hard hitting issues Devin has a master’s in Social work and is independently licensed as a therapist. She finds reading and writing a pleasant escape from real world stressors. Her favorite reads are forbidden love stories.
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He towered above me in another flawless suit, looking expensive and totally fuckable.
“Are you stalking me? That’s it, right? You are some rich, perverted stalker, who gets his rocks off by torturing women like me?”
He patted the dogs on the head, grabbed their collars and unclipped their leashes so I could untangle myself.
As I stood, he leaned down and brushed his lips against my ear. “You have no idea, princess… just how I thought about torturing you.”
Goosebumps broke out despite the ninety-plus degree day.
A tingle ran up and down my spine and settled low in my belly where it spread like wildfire.
I was so fucked and he hadn’t even touched me yet.
“Hannah Barnes, are you jealous?” A part of me, the tiniest segment of my brain, hopes she is. That isn’t something I’m ready to unload or try to begin to understand, though. She’s Mia’s best friend, but it’s hard to ignore the smile she seems to always sport when I’m around.
“Not even the slightest.” She gazes around the room. “I just feel sorry for girls who feel the need to be so obvious.”
“Unlike you, right?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean. You think you go unnoticed, only coming up for attention when you want it. In reality, you just walking into a room makes some of these guys pant like– what was it? — dogs in heat?” I laugh, leaning back in my chair to get comfortable.
Everything I’ve just said is true. Hannah doesn’t date. At least not openly. She’s definitely not a virgin. When we were sophomores, a senior made sure of that, too happy to announce he hooked up with Coach’s daughter. One thing though about Hannah is that she doesn’t realize how much power she has in her tiny little body. Even the strongest willed person would crack under one of her knowing glances.
“What’s your point?” She shrugs, unmoved by my words.
“It was meant as a compliment, if you didn’t catch that.”
“No, I caught it, Nick. You think I’m pretty.” Her smirk grows slow, like a sunrise. “What I don’t understand is why you’re saying it.”
I laugh uncomfortably under her watch. “That makes two of us.”