them.”
“Yeah, they’ll love you,” she said on a sigh. “I can’t wait.”
He sent her a sweet grin and then pressed his lips quickly to hers.
The kiss was over before it started.
No fireworks, bombs, or sparks.
Nothing.
Just a pressing of the lips, and as he pulled back, his eyes bright, he said, “Me neither.”
And Kacey decided that she was unsure how long she could keep trying.
Because no matter how badly she wanted him to be, Liam Kelly was probably not for her.
Kacey was doing everything in her power to avoid Jordie.
Everything.
But it was not working.
Coming out of the shower, she reached for her towel, wrapping it around herself, but when her eyes set on two round, bare butt cheeks, she groaned.
“Do you not know how to cover your ass up?” she sneered when she passed by a naked Jordie as he trimmed his beard. She tried so hard not to check out his buns, the perfect cut of his hips, and the muscles in his back, but she was having no luck at all. His body was a wonderland of muscle and skin—two things that really turned her on. She knew damn well he did this to drive her crazy; he knew she liked him naked.
A lot.
Turning, he leaned his hip against the counter and shrugged. “I never covered up before,” he said it so matter-of-factly¸ it set her teeth on edge. “Not a peep came out of that mouth of yours in the past.”
Glaring, she held her towel tighter to her body because he was, in fact, very right, and she’d also foregone anything to cover up her own body.
Easy access.
“That was back when we were doing it. Now, it’s inappropriate.”
His brows pulled together. “It is?”
Flabbergasted, she struck her hips with her hands. “Um, yes! I’m dating someone!”
“Someone you aren’t happy with,” he said mildly, his gaze not leaving hers.
“You don’t know that,” she snapped back.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone so that you can keep on acting like you do.”
“I do!” she yelled, but he just laughed.
As he looked over at her, his lips turned up a bit as his eyes darkened. “Okay, answer me this: when you kiss him, do you think of me?”
“You’re disgusting,” she sneered. “And you’re delusional. I don’t think of you at all.”
“Yeah, sure.” He scoffed. “Y’know, the sooner you realize that he isn’t for you, the better.”
Her brows actually touched and she was almost speechless. Was he on something? Sputtering, she yelled, “Better for who?”
“Me,” he said, and that time, she was speechless. But before she could even process what he was saying, he cocked his head toward her. “Also your tit is hanging out. Might want to tuck it back in before I touch it,” he said, causing her to look down in horror to see that her tit was indeed hanging out.
“You pig!”
With a naughty grin, he looked over at her, sending chills down her back. “Oh, sugar thighs, remember, you love the pig-like qualities I have.”
When he winked, her resolve almost cracked wide open. Crying out in frustration, she slammed her door and stomped to her dresser to get dressed. She swore that steam was coming out of her ears! He was positively evil and a royal pain in her ass. All week it had been like that, teasing and picking at her like they were buddies. And they definitely were not. He also kept saying little things like that. The kinds of little things that she practically had held her breath to hear before. But now, he was saying them left and right, and she didn’t know what the hell was going on!
She didn’t understand his game. But she was pretty damn sure she saw him naked more than dressed, and she worked with him for two hours a day. He was always prancing around with his cock out for her to gawk at, causing her, against her better judgment, to be hot and bothered. Thank God, Liam wasn’t putting out because there was a good chance she would imagine Jordie instead of him.
Which was a whole other issue.
She really needed to let him go.
The more time she spent with Liam, the more she knew he wasn’t it. Or maybe he was, but Jordie’s cock was beckoning her to the dark side. She really wasn’t sure, but it was all a fucking mess. Liam was doing nothing for her, and she felt as if she was doing what Lacey had said. She was grasping at straws. Trying to make something