Page 141 of Devious Obsession
I nod, my gaze averting.
He smooths away my damp hair from my face and tucks it behind my ear.
“Because I want you to think about me whether I’m in front of you or not.” His lips press to my temple. “I want you to ache like I do, with your eyes on me the whole fucking game. And every time I glance your way, I want you to feel ithere.”
He cups between my legs, over my underwear.
Even that is too much. My legs fall open wider, a silent plea for him to just… ignore what he wants and give me whatIwant.
“Tonight,” he promises in my ear.
I groan. But then he’s standing, depositing me on my feet. I shake my head and get dressed slowly. I face the mirror, and horror overtakes me.
My hair looks likethat?
My makeup is salvageable. The mascara and eyeliner held up surprisingly well, but my hair is a tangled and clumped mess.
“Any chance you have a hairbrush and detangling spray?”
Steele frowns.
I’ll take that as a no.
I open my purse and dig for my phone. My brows furrow when I don’t immediately see it. I take out my wallet, random receipts from the week, Chapstick, a pack of travel tissues…
“Did you see my phone in the trunk? Or… in your car at all?”
“I didn’t, but we can check again.” He opens my purse wider, like that’s going to make it appear. I mean, it’s wishful thinking, for sure.
I let out a sigh. “I just wanted to see if Thalia would bring my makeup bag to the stadium. Do we have time to swing by my apartment?”
He glances at the clock, and his frown deepens.
“Oh, no—don’t worry about it, then.” I shove everything back in my purse. “I’m gonna head home, and then I’ll meet you there. Okay?”
“You know I don’t want you traveling alone,” he says in a low voice.
I roll my eyes. “I don’t have a stalker. If I did, Uncle wouldn’t have left.”
Besides, clearly Steele’s been the one taking my stuff. The drawer he just showed me is evidence enough. And I don’t mind—I get it, even. He’s trying to make me stay with him by any means necessary, and that includes slowly relocating all of my favorite things to his room.
I smooth my hands down the front of Steele’s crisp collared shirt. He hasn’t put on the jacket yet, but he still looks so fucking hot in the shirt and slacks. Like… delicious.
“I’ve got to touch up my lipstick, anyway,” I add. “For later.”
His worry fades.Slightly. We go downstairs, slipping undetected past the guys in the living room, and scour his car for my phone.
Nothing.
“It may have fallen out at the restaurant,” I offer. “Do you mind calling them? I’ll hook up with Thalia, and you can get in touch with me through her. Or any of the other girls.”
Steele nods, his brows still drawn together. Not entirely letting go of his concern.
I rise on my toes and loop my arms around his neck.
“Kiss me,” I order.
His lip curls at the corner, and then he leans down to meet me. Our mouths part, tongues sliding against each other. That delicious heat I always feel when he kisses me now packs a bigger punch, and I groan into his mouth. Hungry formore.
