Page 43 of Changing Lanes

“Since you sit outside my door like a fucking creep.”

She laughs then straightens, rearranging her feet. My legs fall open to the sides to make room which brings her chest in my line of vision. She’s wearing an oversized plain t-shirt that barely covers her ass which appears to only be concealed by a thin, black scrap of fabric trying to pass as underwear.

Are you kidding me? She really is trying to kill me.

“You’re one to talk.” Her arched eyebrow has mine raising in response.

Touché.

Yeah, she knew exactly what she was doing last night.

A towel is wrapped around her head like she just got out of the shower and I fight the urge to rip the stupid thing off to run my fingers through her hair. My senses are on overdrive having her in my space. Her smell, the light yet sure touch of her care, the rumble of her knowing laugh—it’s all clashing together into one tantalizing spell.

Leaning into her touch, she approves, saying, “Good. Tilt forward so the blood will stop.”

Blood?

Oh, yeah. The reason she’s in here in the first place. Not to seduce me but because she heard me dreaming about my mother. The only woman that’s been able to twist me up like a fucking pretzel.

Until Paige came along.

Whatever that shit last night was must’ve brought on the dream. Or more accurately, nightmare. Either way, I haven’t had one for a while. A long while, thankfully. The guys have heard them, maybe even seen the results a time or two when I couldn’t get to the bathroom to clean my face fast enough, but nobody’s ever kicked down my fucking door during one. No, that honor goes to Paige. The pushy as shit, sexier than hell biker perched between my thighs. The reminder has my cock pulsing to life.

“Want to talk about it?”

And that reminder has the poor guy shriveling up into a damn near comatose state.

“I’m not interested in having a heart-to-heart,” I snap, throwing her words back in her face.

With a shake of my head, her hand falls away as I push to standing. Our bodies slide along each other’s in the process and Paige’s shirt raises from the friction. She goes to fix it but I shoot out to stop her hand with mine.

Her gaze leaps to my face, watching me closely.

My finger grazes her flat stomach and I almost groan from the contact. Seeing it in the pool nearly undid me. Her black strap bikini was the ultimate temptation daring me to look without being able to touch. Feeling her skin now has me contemplating dropping to my knees to taste the goods.

“Why would you kick down my door with bare feet?” I ask quietly.

“I didn’t have any shoes on.” Such a hardass.

“You know what I mean.”

Sighing, she says, “My brother Nick had night terrors when we were younger and they always scared the shit out of me. You could never tell if it was real or not. The crippling fear from an unknown source always made me anxious. I would watch him through every single one just to be sure nothing was actually terrorizing him.” Her voice lowers. “It felt so real, that sometimes I thought it was.”

She drops her head to watch my finger move back and forth, back and forth and I do the same. An image of this stomach tightened in climax last night as she cried out my name beckons my dick out of his abrupt nap.

Jumping on the subject change, I ask, “You have a brother?”

After a snicker, Paige spins on her heel to walk back out of the room.

Girl never does what I expect. Never. It’s what I like most and least about her.

Spark fully back in place, she throws out over her shoulder, “Glad you’re not dead. Next time, keep your door unlocked so I don’t end up breaking my foot.”

I snort. There won’t be a next time if I can help it.

“Or you could try minding your own fucking business,” I call out in vain as I watch her lace covered ass sway out my splintered door, my eyes swinging like a pendulum to track each cheek. As glad as I am not to be dying either, it’s not a bad way to go. I’m just sayin’.

The outstanding ass and body attached to it stop and I jerk my gaze up to see Paige peering at me through heavy lids.