Page 40 of The Path to Loving Him
“Everything is awkward because you keep bringing up that night,” I counter.
“Because you’re acting like we’re strangers.”
“We are strangers.” I hold up my finger. “Tell me one thing you know about me.”
“You like your nipples played with,” he says with a know-it-all lift of his chin.
“Oh my God!” I shout. “Something that’s not sexual.”
“Okay, fine.” He pauses for a moment. “You used to do travel work and now you don’t.”
“Is that factoid supposed to prove a point?”
“I don’t know.” He sighs heavily. “Fuck, I don’t know how to navigate this situation, okay? The last thing I expected to see when I was showing Mac the house I put an offer on was you, and I’ve been . . . I’ve been trying to navigate how to handle this from that moment.”
“There’s nothing to handle,” I say.
I can see him warring with himself because I might say there’s nothing to handle, but oh my God, there is so much to handle. Especially when he finds out that I’m his new assistant coach.
“If there’s nothing to handle, then why do you think it’s going to be awkward to take a shower in my house?” he asks.
Good point.
Got you there, Gabby.
Not wanting him to best me, I hold my chin high and say, “You’re right, it won’t be awkward . . . after all, you did go down on me, and if anything, oral satisfaction speaks for something.”
“I guess it does.” His eyes travel the length of my body, the heat coming off him immediately palpable.
I wet my lips.
His eyes fall to them.
I shift on my feet.
His hands clench at his sides.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing,” he says, but his voice betrays him as it’s laced with unspoken words.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?” he asks.
I roll my teeth over the corner of my mouth, and he immediately attaches his gaze to it.
“Like . . . like you want to do something to me.”
“And what would that be, Gabby?” His eyes meet mine now, and the intensity of green nearly splits me in half. He went from frustrated to intense in a few short seconds. He takes a step forward and adds, “What do I want to do to you?”
God.
I can practically feel his lips on me even though there’s distance between us.
I can feel his body between my legs.
I can sense the tension in his shoulders as his orgasm takes over.
