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“Come on, Viv. I know you. You’re stressing about yesterday, aren’t you?” he asks frankly. “About what you told me and what I told you.”
He’s so close, I can map the Cupid’s bow on his lush top lip. Can measure the pulse in his inked neck. Can feel the magnetic pull to him—the attraction.
“Don’t freak out on me,” he says, his eyes softening. “I’m not judging you because now we know we’re evenmorealike. Now we?—”
With a rumble, the ceiling air vent suddenly blasts cold air down. As if it can frost the fire between us, but it can’t.
It only makes my braless nipples, under my thin T-shirt, immediately tingle so hard that Jace drops his gaze from my eyes down to my aroused tips.
He licks his whiskered lips.
I don’t think he realizes he just did it.
But,oh my god, my nipples do. They tighten even more, aching for him. I can’t hide what he does to me.
I glance down and can’tnotwatch what my nipples are doing to him. The swelling of his massive dick print under his jeans makes me sweat. It makes me sway. It makes me blurt like an idiot, “Textile dermatitis.”
“What?” He drags his hooded stare back to mine. As surprised by my stupidity as me.
I roll my eyes at myself. “Textile dermatitis: I have it. An allergy to synthetic fabrics, especially when they’re tight against my skin. I’m a cotton-only girl who can’t wear bras, and?—”
“And I wasn’t complaining.” He swallows.
He makes me awkwardly blabber, “Not that I have much. My itty-bitties need a bra like a fish needs a bicycle. But when it gets cold, my nipples get so hard?—”
“Fuck, Viv.” He slams his eyes shut. “Please stop talking about your perfect little tits because you’re…”
He chokes on a groan.
“I’m what?” My tummy flips.
He clenches his teeth. “I’m trying really hard to be a gentleman and your friend, but you’re so fucking hot, and I’m a flawed man with a pulse that’s going straight to my…Shit!” He turns around, giving me his wide back. “Goddamn, my dick, excuse me.”
Sparks of lust ignite in my veins. Fluttering. Flying. Swirling and making me dizzy with desire.He’s hard for me.
“Jace?” But I don’t want him to be ashamed. I’m not offended. I’m… god, my panties are soaked. “Jace, I...”
I reach, touching his shoulder, before a knock on the door makes me jump.
“Vivian? And fuckface? Got a minute?”
It’s Nash.
It’s an interruption that only kindles my fire even more.
CHAPTER TEN
JACE
How doyou get rid of an erection?
Yep, I’ve looked it up.
When you’re a teenager, they’re a joke. Everyone laughs them off.
When you’re a man, with a full, throbbing erection for a hot-as-hell woman who’s supposed to be “just your friend.”
It’s the ultimate test.
