Page 67 of Heartless Devil
I grab it before she can close it.
“Hold up. I’m sorry,” I say.
She looks at me, skeptical. I don’t blame her. I wouldn’t believe the shit I’m spewing either.
“Thanks for letting me stay. I really mean that,” I tell her honestly.
“You’re welcome. But we can’t go back to what happened in Mexico. I can’t do that anymore,” she says.
She’s wrong. We’ll be doing whatever I want. She just hasn’t figured that out yet.
“We’ll see,” I say, tapping my knuckles on the door frame.
“I mean it, Cole. I can’t do that to Cam anymore. I already feel guilty enough. Not to mention I have a lot of shit going on in my life right now. I can’t add you and your stuff to it.”
“What do you have going on?” I ask, eyeing her.
“Tell me what’s going on with you and I’ll tell you,” she says.
“Touché,” I tell her.
There’s no way I’m telling her about the shit I’ve got myself into. Unfortunately, I care too much about her to drag her into what I’ve been doing.
“You wanna watch a movie or something?” I ask, cursing myself, because what the fuck am I thinking?
“What’s the catch?” she asks, narrowing her eyes.
“No catch. We just might as well hang out if we’re going to live together,” I tell her.
“Sure,” she says hesitantly.
I don’t blame her. She has no reason to trust me. For all she knows, I’m just trying to work my way into her pants again.
I mean, I am. She’s all I’ve fucking thought about since we got back from Mexico. The way it felt to be inside her. What it did to my body when she moaned my name. The way she tastes.
Fuck. I’m getting hard just thinking about it.
“Are you okay?” she asks.
“Yeah, I’m good,” I insist. “I’m gonna go change. I’ll meet you downstairs.”
“Okay.”
I blow out a breath as I watch her walk down the stairs. I have to get my shit together. I have way too much going on to drag Charlie into it.
My phone ringing in my pocket pulls me from my thoughts, and I scowl when I look down and see who’s calling. This fucker won’t give up. I don’t know how to get rid of him.
I walk into my room, tossing my phone on the bed. If I can't hear it ring, then it won’t bother me. I strip out of my clothes, grabbing some gray sweats and a black T-shirt from my bag. I haven’t bothered unpacking yet, because I’ve been too busy trying to get my shit in order first.
When I walk downstairs, I find Charlie bent over at the T.V. stand, and it takes every ounce of my self control not to scoop her up and take her right here on her living room floor. She’s got the perfect ass.
“Found it,” she says, clearly not realizing I’m in the room.
She turns around, dropping the remote on the floor.
“You scared the shit out of me,” she says, putting her hand up to her chest.
“Sorry, I was admiring the view,” I say, smirking.