Cruel Shame (Knights of Templar Academy #3) - Sofia Daniel Page 0,22

his erection, pulled himself out of the bed, and stormed across the room.

“Sorry,” I said to his disappearing back.

He stepped into the bathroom and closed the door with a hard slam.

I sat back on my heels and clutched at my temples. In all these months of sleeping alone, I’d forgotten how my hands could wander at night. Sammy loved being woken up with a hand around his morning erection. Depending on his mood, he’d get me to ride him to completion or use my mouth. It was never a big deal, but I could see why it would mortally offend a guy like Kendrick.

Last night, he’d reminded me so much of Maxwell, even down to the nipple piercings, I must have forgotten where I was and who I was with. My tongue darted out to lick my lips. Everything had felt so right until he hissed at me to wake up.

The train rumbled and rocked from side to side. I stared at the closed door, my heart sinking. Poor Kendrick had gone from pining after a girl who couldn’t return his feelings to being molested in his sleep by a girl who had not only fucked his brother but fucked him while believing he was Kendrick.

I stared down at my hands, hoping he wouldn’t return to Glasgow the moment the train pulled into Euston Station.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” I muttered. “Can’t keep them to my bloody self.”

Less than five minutes later, Kendrick emerged from the bathroom, his hair wet, his body glistening, and his muscular frame wrapped in a towel. A scowl crossed his features, making him look like he was building himself up to a rant.

“Sorry,” I murmured. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Say no more.” Kendrick raised a hand. “It’s just as I expected. You have pitiful self-restraint and couldn’t help yourself.”

My lips formed a tight line. He hadn’t even allowed me to finish. “If you’re going to start calling me Lilah Handjob, I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” He advanced on me, his features morphing into a triumphant smirk. “Tell my brother how you reached into my boxers and grabbed my manhood? How you would have stroked me to completion had I not forced you to stop?”

I reared back and blinked away the last remnants of sleep. Kendrick was making me sound like I was rabid for his dick. My gaze dropped to the bulge protruding from his towel, and everything slotted into place. The arrogant git was getting off on this.

Fuck that.

If he wanted to rewrite history into a wank fantasy, he could keep it in the privacy of his own head. Pushing myself off the mattress, I knelt on the edge of the bed in my panties. The pale light lingered over my bare breasts, attracting Kendrick’s gaze.

He parted his full lips and swallowed. “You’ve wanted me for weeks, admit it.”

“And you sound like you want me to pull off that towel and grab your dick.”

Kendrick bared his teeth, and a growl reverberated in the back of his throat. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

I leaned back and met his eyes. I’d seen Kendrick’s entire negative spectrum of emotions, from anger to distrust to disdain. Today, his eyes burned, his bare chest heaved with rapid breaths, and his erection strained against that towel.

“What are you looking at?” he snapped.

“You, pretending you don’t want me to tear off that scrap of fabric, pin you to the bed and descend on your cock in a frenzy.”

He gripped the edge of the towel and stiffened. “What are you—”

“Earlier, you knew I was asleep and didn’t want to take advantage of my sleep-wanking.” I pushed myself off the bed and took a step toward him.

Kendrick shuffled back, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

I placed both hands on his chest, enjoying how his heart thundered beneath my fingertips. “I’m awake now.”

“You are,” he whispered.

I trailed my fingertips down his torso, daring him to slap my hands away, to tell me to stop, but he let my hands wander over his damp, naked flesh. Kendrick was such a liar. Sure, he was too much of a gentleman to climax under the fingers of an unconscious girl but the bullshit afterward? Not gentlemanly at all.

“Do you want it?” I flicked my gaze down to the tent in his towel and back up to his eyes.

“What are you talking about?” he hissed.

I rocked forward on my tip-toes and pressed my body against his. His huge dick pushed against my belly. Kendrick could have stepped back, could