running, because he stood shirtless with a gleam of sweat that covered his skin. My eyes roamed the contours of the muscles of his chest and the way his tight skin slid down in that hard V-shape that disappeared under the covering of his running pants. That's just ridiculous, nobody should look that good.
"Uh," was all I could come up with.
Shane unfolded his arms and walk ed into the kitchen , tossing his cell phone on the table. He grabbed a water bottle from the refrigerator and leaned his body against the counter. His muscles flexed and stretched as he moved; it made my mouth fill up with way too much saliva. Twisting the cap off , he held the bottle to his lips and gulped the water down. A stream of it dropped down his chin and onto his chest. It was like watching a man's Axe cologne commercial. Pinpricks of heat spread across my chest, and I was struggling for air. Dear God, there is just something about this man that makes you want to stick your panties in his pockets and tell him you 're half way there...
"Grace has a date tonight," Lea blurted out.
Shane's face twisted in anger and he crunched his empty water bottle with one little clench of his hand. "Letting Alex start his blog?" he asked through clenched teeth.
When I finally found my voice, which seemed to be stuck up my own ass, I wanted to toss myself off a building. "Ah, that would be a no. But, thanks for making me feel like one of your easy skanks. Again ."
Lea craned her neck in front of my face. "Do you eff ing see that chest?"
"Shut up," I whispered.
Lea scrambled Conner out of the kitchen, shoving him into the hallway.
Shane lifted his arm and rubbed the back of his neck. The freaking muscles twisting under his skin was absolutely ridiculous. He moved toward me, muscles jumping. Holy crap, I wasn't about to back down from him . I jumped up and met him in the middle. I raised my chin to him and jabbed my hands onto my hips. "Think carefully about what you're about to say to me Shane."
One side of his stupid lips curled up and he took another step forward. I felt the edge of the kitchen table as I backed my ass into it. Damn, I thought I was moving forward not backing away from him .
"Don't let him touch you," he whispered as he leaned down and pushed the palms of his hands on the table on either side of me, trapping me between his arms. I stopped breathing.
"Give me a good reason not to," I said.
One hand slid to my waist and moved under my shirt, skimm ing his fingertips over my skin. He leaned down close, breathing me in. Those damn butterflies flew straight to my groin.
His cell phone rang on the table next to us. A picture of a topless Marie, in the bathroom of Boozer's came to life on the screen. We both stared at the phone for a minute before he pressed ignore and stepped back raking one hand thr ough his hair.
"Wow, Shane. Just wow. How has your dick not have shriveled up and fallen off by now?"
"I didn't sleep with her."
"Ha. Every damn time your lips move, out pops a lie. The problem
i
s,
Shane, I don't care if you did. Get out of my way, I have to get ready."
"Don't let him put his hands on you, Grace. Just. Don't."
"Oh sure, good idea, no hands. Yeah, I like the thought of his tongue on me much better." I watched his fists clench and knuckles turn white as I left the room. I slammed the door to the bathroom and ran the water ice cold, ripped off my clothes and stepped in. I loathed that he had that picture of her on the phone, but I loved the fact that he didn't want anyone else to touch me. Oh, and the fact that I had much bigger boobs than her . And I know I'm completely acting like I'm thirteen years old, but I've never ever had these feelings before, and well , that fact made it feel a lot better.
Chapter 1 5
I was blow-drying my hair when Lea slipped into my bedroom. She plopped herself in front of my drawers and opened each one searching for something. I clicked the hair dryer off and opened my closet door
"Uh," was all I could come up with.
Shane unfolded his arms and walk ed into the kitchen , tossing his cell phone on the table. He grabbed a water bottle from the refrigerator and leaned his body against the counter. His muscles flexed and stretched as he moved; it made my mouth fill up with way too much saliva. Twisting the cap off , he held the bottle to his lips and gulped the water down. A stream of it dropped down his chin and onto his chest. It was like watching a man's Axe cologne commercial. Pinpricks of heat spread across my chest, and I was struggling for air. Dear God, there is just something about this man that makes you want to stick your panties in his pockets and tell him you 're half way there...
"Grace has a date tonight," Lea blurted out.
Shane's face twisted in anger and he crunched his empty water bottle with one little clench of his hand. "Letting Alex start his blog?" he asked through clenched teeth.
When I finally found my voice, which seemed to be stuck up my own ass, I wanted to toss myself off a building. "Ah, that would be a no. But, thanks for making me feel like one of your easy skanks. Again ."
Lea craned her neck in front of my face. "Do you eff ing see that chest?"
"Shut up," I whispered.
Lea scrambled Conner out of the kitchen, shoving him into the hallway.
Shane lifted his arm and rubbed the back of his neck. The freaking muscles twisting under his skin was absolutely ridiculous. He moved toward me, muscles jumping. Holy crap, I wasn't about to back down from him . I jumped up and met him in the middle. I raised my chin to him and jabbed my hands onto my hips. "Think carefully about what you're about to say to me Shane."
One side of his stupid lips curled up and he took another step forward. I felt the edge of the kitchen table as I backed my ass into it. Damn, I thought I was moving forward not backing away from him .
"Don't let him touch you," he whispered as he leaned down and pushed the palms of his hands on the table on either side of me, trapping me between his arms. I stopped breathing.
"Give me a good reason not to," I said.
One hand slid to my waist and moved under my shirt, skimm ing his fingertips over my skin. He leaned down close, breathing me in. Those damn butterflies flew straight to my groin.
His cell phone rang on the table next to us. A picture of a topless Marie, in the bathroom of Boozer's came to life on the screen. We both stared at the phone for a minute before he pressed ignore and stepped back raking one hand thr ough his hair.
"Wow, Shane. Just wow. How has your dick not have shriveled up and fallen off by now?"
"I didn't sleep with her."
"Ha. Every damn time your lips move, out pops a lie. The problem
i
s,
Shane, I don't care if you did. Get out of my way, I have to get ready."
"Don't let him put his hands on you, Grace. Just. Don't."
"Oh sure, good idea, no hands. Yeah, I like the thought of his tongue on me much better." I watched his fists clench and knuckles turn white as I left the room. I slammed the door to the bathroom and ran the water ice cold, ripped off my clothes and stepped in. I loathed that he had that picture of her on the phone, but I loved the fact that he didn't want anyone else to touch me. Oh, and the fact that I had much bigger boobs than her . And I know I'm completely acting like I'm thirteen years old, but I've never ever had these feelings before, and well , that fact made it feel a lot better.
Chapter 1 5
I was blow-drying my hair when Lea slipped into my bedroom. She plopped herself in front of my drawers and opened each one searching for something. I clicked the hair dryer off and opened my closet door
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