Page 95 of Love Me Like You Do

Nope. He’d hidden all that shit in case the girls went rooting around in his drawers.

He hadn’t closed his curtains, so moonlight spilled into his room, giving him enough light to see his fist gripping his painfully hard erection. He imagined Hailey straddling his thighs, her silky hair brushing his skin, and those hazel eyes all sultry as she sucked him into her mouth.

Arching off the mattress, he groaned.

“You all right?” Her hushed voice shocked the hell out of him.

He jerked upright. “Hailey?”

“Yeah. Can I come in?”

“Of course.”Shit. Fuck. Had she seen him holding his cock? He was still hard, so he pulled up the sheet to cover himself.

As she headed over, he willed his hard-on to chill out. But it wouldn’t. It was very excited to see her. Even though it sure didn’t look like she was trying to seduce him in her onesie and ponytail. She probably just wanted to talk about tomorrow.

Hailey and her to-do lists.The woman liked a plan.

You’d think to-do lists would be enough to deflate my dick, but no. The closer she came, the harder his heat-seeking missile got. The tension was excruciating.

Okay, she wasn’t stopping at the foot of the bed. So, maybe she’d sit on the side of his mattress—nope.Not doing that, either. Oh, fucking hell. She pulled back the covers and slid in beside him.

And now, he throttled his dick to get it to calm down.

Maybe she needs to talk. Maybe she’s sad.

He had to stop thinking about sex and be there for her.

But her scent swirled in the air, filling his senses with her vanilla skin and coconut hair.

God, he wanted her.

“How’s your knee?” Her matter-of-fact tone shoved a spike into his libido, and his whole body deflated.

Here he was, two seconds away from shooting his load, and she was thinking about his surgery. “Myknee?” As hard as he tried to pull himself out of his lustful haze, he couldn’t do it when her fingers brushed his bare thigh as she turned onto her side and moonlight glowed on her creamy, smooth skin. He thought he might die if he didn’t get to touch her.

Kiss her.

Slide into her slick heat.

“You’re doing too much. Your training, climbing up and down stairs. I mean, it’s a holiday. Shouldn’t you be resting it?”

“My knee’s fine.” His voice came out rough as sandpaper. “Why? Do I look like I’m in pain?”

“No, yougroanedlike you were in pain.”

“Oh.” Chuckling, he tipped his head back and stared at the ceiling. “It wasn’t that kind of a groan.”

“What do you mean?” She sucked in a breath. “Did I interrupt…Oh, my God.Cole.” She covered her face with her hands. “I can’t believe I barged in when you…” Her eyes squeezed shut, and she looked miserable. “Were you…pleasuringyourself?”

“Trust me, it wasn’t all that ‘pleasurable,’ and I didn’t get beyond fisting my dick.”

Her eyelids popped open, and she went silent and still. He could’ve punched himself in the face for being so crude around her. She wasn’t one of the guys. “Sorry.”

Her tongue made a slow pass along her bottom lip, her gaze pinned to the sheets. Well, to where his hand still had a grip on his cock. “Shit. Sorry.” He let it go, bringing his arm up and back behind his head.

But still, she stared at the pole holding the sheet up like a tent. “Can I watch?”

Electric heat ripped through him. “You want to watch me jerk off?”