“You’re so young,” I whisper. “Too young.”
“Too young for what?” she asks, taking a step closer and staring up at me with those big brown doe eyes.
“Well…I…” I’ve never been one to fumble around, but this woman has me off-kilter. She’s too sweet. Too innocent-looking to be around a meathead like me.
But with the way she’s looking at me and the crackle in the air, I can’t help myself. Young though she may be, my entire body is craving to touch her, to taste her. I reach out, snake my arm around her waist, and pull her flush against me.
“For this,” I whisper, bending my neck to bring our mouths closer together.
Her breath hitches, and her eyes somehow get bigger.
“Unless you don’t…” I start to say because maybe I’ve been reading the chemistry all wrong. But before I can finish the statement, Lulu pops up on her tiptoes and presses her lips to mine.
The soft contact is all I need to unleash the desireI’ve felt since the moment we met. That day when I tackled her, lying on top of her, staring down into her frightened eyes, something shifted in me. Something I’d never felt before in my life. I chalked it up to the adrenaline of the moment, but no matter what I did, I couldn’t shake it.
“Oliver,” she moans against my lips, making me kiss her deeper and harder.
The moment is like something out of a cheesy romance movie where the world falls away except the two of us. Nothing else exists. Nothing else matters.
“Well, now.” Liam’s voice cuts through the air.
I groan in frustration as Lulu starts to pull away. I open my eyes, finding her big brown ones staring back at me.
“Who do we have here?” he asks as he walks in our direction. He’s still a cockblock as an adult, which is more annoying than when he was one as a kid.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” I ask, my voice filled with frustration.
“Forgot my wallet,” he says as I track his movement with my gaze. “And you are?” His eyes linger a little too long on Lulu not to rub me the wrong way.
“Lulu.”
“She’s a friend,” I interrupt her response because my brother will pitch a fit about having anything moved out of its current place.
Her eyebrows rise as he says, “Looks like a little more than friends.”
“Isn’t Sharla waiting for you?”
He snags his wallet off his desk and shoves it in his back pocket, his gaze wandering down the length of her body. “Sharla’s not going anywhere, Oli, relax. It’s nice to finally put a face with the name.”
I growl, wanting to tell him to fuck off and leave, but I know that’ll only make him stay longer. He’s annoying like that. “Can you go now?”
“Sure,” he says with a smile, “we’ll talk more about this later.”
“After Vegas,” I reply.
He nods and finally walks toward the exit. “See you soon, brother. And, Lulu, it was a pleasure.”
“Bye,” I bite out, done with him.
When he’s gone, I do my best to smooth over the awkwardness caused by his interruption. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” she asks.
“He’s a jerk.”
“He didn’t seem that bad.”
“He was on his best behavior. Trust me when I tell you to steer clear of him. He’s nothing but trouble.”
