I can’t stop thinking about the way her body melted under my hands or the sexy little sounds she made before they turned desperate. And then, like always, the second I gave her what she wanted, she slammed the door shut on me.
My body might be outwardly calm, but my head’s a war zone.
Two months.
That’s how long she’s been trying to convince herself this is nothing more than sex.
But I know better. Every damn time I touch her, the line she drew between us disappears.
That has to mean something.
“Yo, River.” Jax drops onto the bench, shirt halfway over his head. “Sloane’s gonna be at the auction, right? I’m like, asking for a friend.”
River doesn’t even blink. “Your friend should know she’d eat him alive.”
Jax grins as he yanks the shirt down. “Good thing he likes being devoured.”
Knox mutters, “How about restraining orders? Does he like those too?”
Laughter rings throughout the room as Jax flips him off with a grin. I have to admit the guy’s been good energy for the team.
Laiken leans back against his stall. “What about you, Van Doren? Are you bringing a date to this mandatory shindig?”
“Nope.” I pull my phone out of my bag and glance at the screen.
Zane smirks. “He’s bringing his prayers. Cuz he’ll need ’em to pull half of what I do.”
I ignore him and focus on the keyboard.
Me: Have I mentioned how much I like the taste of you on my lips?
No reply.
No bubbles.
There’s absolutely nothing.
Even though I should wait, I don’t.
Can’t.
My thumbs get twitchy.
Me: Next time, I’m not stopping until you scream my name. And I don’t give a damn who hears.
Send.
I lean back and wait as a smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. She’s probably in her office, shifting in her chair, trying not to think about me.
Seconds crawl by.
Steele drops onto the bench across from me. “What’s with the creepy grin, Van Doren?”
I school my expression. “Nothing.”
“Uh-huh.” Jax cranes his neck, trying to peek at my screen. “Who are you sexting? Please don’t tell me it’s Gabby. That girl’s probably already named her next yacht after you.”
“Fuck no,” I blurt.
