Page 66 of Slow Burn

Peeking over Arlo’s shoulder, she saw Elijah stomping to her, and he did not look happy.

IT WAS OFFICIAL.

Elijah was losing his damn mind.

He trudged over to Georgia, who was apparently having the best time with Arlo, and took a few deep breaths to get his shit together.

Arlo patted him on the shoulder. “Finally.”

What the hell did that mean?

“Hey there, firefighter.” Georgia gave him her megawatt smile. “If you’re here to play beer pong, the sign-up list is over there.” She pointed at the clipboard hanging from the other end of the table.

“I haven’t played in years.” Why did he always have to sound like he was pissed off? He took another deep breath. “I take it you haven’t either since you and Arlo lost.”

“He was significantly better than me, but I got one cup in.” Georgia did a little hip shimmy about her beer bong accomplishment.

It was cute.

Great, now he added “cute” to his vocabulary.

“I’m going to grab a water. Do you want one?” Georgia asked him. “I think you and I are the only ones not drinking.”

“I’ll go in with you.”

She grabbed his hand and yanked him to follow her into the house. Not that he was complaining because he got the best view. Georgia had the nicest ass.

Grabbing two waters out of the fridge, she nodded her head to the living room, and he trailed her there. She got cozy on the couch, and he did the same, but he made sure he was close to her. No way was he leaving room for Arlo or Knox to squeeze between them.

“I needed water and an AC break.” She twisted the cap off her bottle. “It’s so hot. I might make a countdown until fall.”

He took the other water bottle next to her. “You still have another month, Peach.”

“A girl can dream.”

“What else do you dream about?” Elijah was determined to learn more about the woman he constantly thought about.

A wave of redness crept over her neck while she fiddled with the end of her dress.

“I ate you out, took your virginity, and know what you look like when you come. You have no reason to be embarrassed to tell me anything,” he rasped.

She bit her lip and looked away from him.

“Hey, why are you getting shy now?”

She let out a huff. “You can’t say things like that to me.”

“Why not?”

“Because it…” She lowered her voice. “It turns me on.”

Hell yes.

Elijah’s cock swelled at the mere mention of Georgia wanting him. Or maybe it happened because his thumb was caressing her cheek and her skin was so damn soft.

“And this is a bad thing because…?” All of the reasons he should have left her alone went flying out the window.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “The last time we slept together, you said it wasn’t going to happen again.”