Free Quiver (Revenge Book 1) by Trevion Burns

question.”
    “Innocent?”
    “Innocent conversation….”
    Veda drank in his smiling profile, giving herself permission to enjoy him one last time. Her eyes ran his body. Those arms, her favorite part of him, flexing as he pressed his palm into the steering wheel and finally made a right-hand turn. Those long, muscled legs, straining hard against his slacks, damn near resting on the dashboard, even though he’d pushed his seat as far back as it could go. His chest, well-defined beneath his clinging shirt, rising and falling a little faster than normal.
    When he put the car in park, Veda’s shocked eyes flew to the windshield.
    They were at her apartment already?
    Gage pulled his keys from the ignition, killing the engine, never moving his eyes from hers. “I’ll walk you up.”
    Veda stumbled out of the car on wobbly legs. Were her knees seriously shaking?
    Seriously?
    When he circled the car and placed a hand on the small of her back, it shocked her so badly she nearly leapt out of her shoes. He kept it there for the entire walk to her door, and she finally accepted that, if tonight was going to be the last time she saw him, she’d have to make it count.
    She felt the warmth of his body close behind her as she put her keys in the door of her place. She only made it halfway into unlocking it before she turned on her heel.
    Yep, there he was, way too close, his heaving chest mere inches away. She pasted her back against the door, slapping her hands on it, digging her nails in to keep them from going someplace they didn’t belong.
    “Listen,” she gasped when he took a step closer. He was already in spit-swapping distance, so that one step sent her slamming back against the door she was already glued to, lifting her eyes to his.
    “Can I have your phone number?” he whispered.
    She swallowed thickly. “I thought you knew everything about the employees in your hospital? Surely if you wanted my phone number—”
    “I want it from you.”
    “You’re engaged.”
    He searched her eyes. She saw the moment his pupils expanded, growing to twice their size when his gaze fell to her lips and he watched her lick them.
    “Look,” she said, again. “Whatever this is between us… This weird… itchy thing….”
    “This….” He brushed the backs of his fingers down her arm, eyebrows pulling, a small smile lacing his face. “ Itchy thing ?”
    “Let’s just give it a good scratch and be done with it forever, huh?” Frankly, it was utterly unacceptable, whatever animal had come to life between them. Whatever animal tightened her nipples with one glance, made her pussy pulse with one touch, filled her mouth with moisture from an undeniable need to sample every pulsating muscle on his body, threatening to drown her in her own carnal desire. Her eyes traveled those arms, flexing with as much need as his jaw, his physical battle just as visibly strenuous as hers.
    As his eyes left a blaze on every part of her they touched, her walls squeezed, and she could feel how wet she was.
    Yes, she needed to get this spit-shined rich boy out of her system.
    Tonight and forever.
    She turned to the door of her apartment, gasping when he was on her in the next instant, the tips of his fingers brushing her hips. His ragged breath came heavier, more strained by the second. She knew if she stepped back his hardness would meet her halfway, pushing into the folds of her ass. By some miracle she managed to get her front door unlocked, fingers quaking like a seismic shift.
    She stepped inside and looked over her shoulder, drinking in his stunned face. “Are you coming?”
    She didn’t wait for a response, turning and moving deeper inside, flicking on lights as she went, her sandals tapping against the wood floor on the path to her bedroom.
    When she heard her front door click shut and felt his weighty stomps vibrating the floor, growing closer, more pronounced, a smile bloomed on her face.
     
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    Veda couldn’t wrap her head