Page 80 of Troublemaker: The Big Picture Edition

He puts his beautiful hand over his beautiful heart, but not in a cheesy or ironic way. In an Alex Vega way. “I like you so much too.” His face gets up closer to the camera and he whispers, “Are your parents anywhere nearby?”

“No. I’m upstairs. They moved their stuff downstairs because my dad has a bad knee… Hang on, let me see if I can think of an even less sexy sentence to say to you.” I shake my head, rolling my eyes.

“Take that top off,” he says, not even acknowledging what I just said. “Not the camisole, just the shirt.”

“Do you want me to take off my glasses?”

“Only if you don’t want to see me take off my shirt.”

I leave my glasses on as I unbutton my blouse. “And when will I have the pleasure of seeing you take off your shirt?”

“You first, Miss Stiles.”

I shrug and reveal one bare shoulder and then tug on the sleeves and hold the blouse up in front of the camera, tossing it aside. I’m just in an old white cotton camisole and panties now, but if Alex is disappointed, his bedroom eyes aren’t showing it.

He reaches up to grab the back of his dark T-shirt and pulls it over his head. Why is it so hot when guys remove their shirts that way? He looks down at the camera, lips parted, eyes hooded. That square chin. He drags his hand across his chest. His nostrils flare. My entire body is aching to touch him and kiss him all over.

I caress my breast with one hand and run my fingers through my hair with the other. “God, I wish you were here with me.”

I can’t see his hands anymore, but I know exactly where they are.

I touch my fingers to my lips and drag them down my neck. I know how much he loves to kiss my neck. I sweep my hand across my collarbone. I know how much he loves to touch my skin.

He groans quietly. “Baby.”

And without him asking, I pull my camisole off, covering my breasts with both hands and squeezing. My nipples are pointing directly at him, as always. I let him have a peek at one of them before covering it up again.

The guttural sound he makes is excruciatingly sexy. He’s stroking himself slowly. Like a man. Like a man who has all night for this. “Little tease.”

“Yep. That’s me.”

“I want to see you drag your fingers down the center of you. Slowly. Don’t put your hand inside your panties. You’re gonnatrace light circles around the inside of your thigh. That’s good, right?”

“Yes.”

“Now touch yourself between your legs. Through the fabric.”

“The fabric is completely soaked through. I wasn’t lying about that.”

“Good.”

“It’s not good, Alex. It hurts. I want you inside me.”

“You’re gonna touch yourself for me. Make a V with your fingers and slide them down and up along the sides of your clit.”

That’s a great idea, so I do it.

“You’re so wet, aren’t you?”

“So slippery.”

“Feel better?”

“A little.”

I’m on my knees, and I start rocking back and forth. My other hand is cradling my breast.

“Move your fingers faster. Harder.”