He’d like to think that he had it all under control, but he admitted that Erin held the strings. One word from her and he’d be all over her…and inside her.
Hell!
“What are you reading?” he asked, needing a distraction. If he didn’t calm down, he’d have to have a cold shower again.
“I’m just finishing a thriller.” She smiled, looking embarrassed.
“Wow.” She didn’t come across as someone who’d like a thriller. She seemed more the romantic type.
“I’ve surprised you?”
“I would have thought romance was more your thing.”
She chuckled. “I like romance novels as well, but I’m a sucker for this author.”
“So what kind of romance books?” He needed to keep his questions to himself, but he wanted to talk to her.
“Are you asking me if I read erotic novels, Mateo?” She chuckled, he groaned and buried his face into his arm. “Since you’re not looking at me, I’ll admit that I do. The hotter the better.”
She was going to kill him.
He peered at her through heavily lidded lashes and noticed that her breathing had grown as heavy as his.
“Erin, I’m struggling to keep my hands to myself. Please turn your light off and go to sleep. I don’t want you to hate me in the morning.”
She gulped a few times, wet her lips with her tongue, the movement that he followed. He could imagine that tongue wrapped around his dick.
“I wouldn’t hate you, Mateo.”
Her words caressed over him like silk, and it was only his will power that kept him on his side of the bed. She’d been with him for months. Right under his nose. If only he’d known what she was really like, they could have been together the whole time regardless of whether or not it being a good decision. At least he wouldn’t have been frustrated as fuck all that time.
But as he caressed her with his eyes, lingering on the hard nipples poking through the fitted tank top she wore, he realized that he was witnessing her body coming to life…for him.
Which was why he had to know, and blurted, “Are you a virgin?” His question surprised him as much as Erin.
She didn’t shy away though and seemed almost proud of the fact. “I am.”
He was screwed.
“Sleep, it’s been a long day.” Settled on his side, facing away from the temptation of Erin, he closed his eyes and counted—anything to get his mind off the teasing woman.
He wondered if she really knew what her words did to him…or how her body made him seconds away from taking his flesh into his hand. He was so hard that he ached and the trickle of precum wouldn’t stop running from the slit with his arousal. Knowing that no one had sampled Erin drove him crazy with lust and a possessiveness he’d never known he was capable of.
He was crazy…it wasn’t just him it was the whole situation. It was as though a switch had been flipped, because one minute he couldn’t wait to be rid of her and the next he craved being between her legs.
Erin finally turned the light off and he prayed his libido would calm.
Chapter Twelve
Erin stretched as early morning sun shone through the crack in the curtain. Despite not thinking she would, she’d slept quite well, probably exhausted from all the emotions she’d felt the day before. Arching into the stretch, she came into contact with a hard body. Not only was the body behind her hot, hard, and delicious, but the rod that pressed against her backside felt alive.
She wiggled, wanting to feel more when a large hand landed on her hip. Instead of pushing her away, he held her still while he rubbed against her softness.
“I’ve been like this all night with you next to me,” he whispered. “All night, Erin.”
Mateo felt long and thick as he rubbed against her bottom. It was the first time she’d felt the touch of an aroused man.
She wanted more.