Too Tempting (The Lewis Cousins 1)

Not jumping him would have been like not drinking from a puddle after being stuck in the desert with no water for weeks.

I was helpless to the needs of my body.

That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.

I realized the problem with allowing my baser instincts to dictate my actions, when Gabe said he missed me in that sweet, tender tone, and all I wanted to do was curl into him and hold on for the rest of my life.

Needing to put some distance between us and allow my brain to begin functioning again, I excused myself to go to the bathroom and crawled out from under him.

I gave his naked back one last look before I ran through my bedroom, into my en suite, and closed the bathroom door behind me.

I leaned back against it, sighed, and hit my head against the door.

Stupid

Bang.

Horny.

Bang.

Zoey.

“Is everything all right in there?” Gabe asked from the other side of the door, startling me since I didn’t expect him to be in my room.

“Everything’s just peachy, Mr. Sexy Lips,” I mumbled in response.

“What?” he asked, and I swear it sounded like he was fighting back laughter.

“I said, yes, everything’s fine. Be right out,” I replied, a little nastier than necessary.

I went to the bathroom, then realized I hadn’t brought any clothes or anything in with me to cover my body.

I was going to have to walk back out there naked.

Perfect.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to hold on to any anger, frustration, and annoyance that I could muster, and walked out into the room.

I stopped, losing that breath at the sight of Gabe in my bed, my minty green sheets pulled up to his waist as he leaned against my padded headboard, his eyes on me with a sexy smile on his face.

Shit!

I walked over and grabbed the robe that was flung over the back of the chair at my vanity, hoping I appeared confident in my skin, and not like I was anxious to be covered and wrapped up in the safety of silk.

I turned back to him, tying my robe tightly around me, and noticed his hair was mussed … probably from that time a few minutes ago, when I’d been tugging and pulling at it like a woman possessed.

Possessed by the need for an orgasm…

“Zoey,” Gabe said, pulling me out of my memories, and patted the spot next to him on the bed. “C’mere.”

“Um,” I began, resisting the urge to crawl into that bed with everything I had. “I think we should go back to the living room … and talk.”

Rather than allow him to bewitch me with his sexy eyes, or wait for a response, I hurried out of my room and over to the coffee machine. I put a cup underneath, then hit the button to brew a single serving and busied myself with getting creamer and a spoon out.

“Would you like coffee?” I asked without turning when I heard the rustle of him getting dressed.

“No thanks,” he said, his flat tone causing my stomach to dip painfully.