Deviant (Boys of Winter #3) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,46

his door and I give it a gentle push. The door peels open before me, silently swinging wide into Carver’s darkened room. I find him lying back on his bed, one arm popped behind his head, his bulging muscles on display as his other hand strokes his glorious cock.

My mouth drops.

He’s as naked as the day he was born and it’s even better than I thought it was going to be. Dante Carver is everything. His body is strong, ripped, and his cock is as veiny, thick, and delicious as they come. I know without a single doubt in my mind that I am not going to be able to walk away. Not now, not ever, but I always knew that. It’s Carver who’s always held back. I’ve been upfront about what I’ve wanted, but lately, things have been shifting. Emotions and feelings are being tested as we’ve been thrown into impossible situations and forced to admit things we never intended on sharing.

His room is bathed in a low, natural light from his bedroom window, casting long shadows across his room and over his body, making the sharp ridges of his abs look even deeper as it casts a glow across his warm, olive skin.

Carver just watches me, not flinching or bothering to stop. He has nothing to be ashamed of, and fuck, he knows it.

My thighs clench, and as his dark, stormy eyes rest on mine, need races through me faster than his bullet did. God, I’ve got to have him.

I step deeper into his room, my heart racing as my hands begin to shake. He doesn’t stop moving, his hand slowly stroking up and down his throbbing cock as he watches me. Fire burns between us, fueled by the lust in his eyes and the desperate desire shining in my own.

Why am I so nervous? It’s just Carver.

The door closes with a soft thud behind me, and I can’t hear a damn thing over the rapid beat of my heart pulsing loudly in my ears. My breath comes in faster and I struggle to keep control. Fuck, who am I kidding? I lost control the second I heard that soft moan slipping from his warm lips.

I’d give anything to feel them on mine again. The last time he kissed me … no. I can’t go there. All I know is that I miss his touch. I crave it every second of the day, and if I don’t get to feel my nails digging into his back or his fingers tighten on my waist as I lose myself to his undeniable pleasure, I might just die.

I swallow hard and take a hesitant step forward. I’m terrified that he’s going to turn me away, and that the rejection is going to create an inferno inside me, one that I’ll never recover from.

All time is lost as I edge toward his bed, and as the sun dips below the horizon, the light in the room fades. But the darkness feels so much deeper than nightfall; it’s as if the shadowy depths of Carver’s eyes had seeped into the room around us, dragging me closer.

Pausing at the end of his bed, my heart races faster than I can keep up with, and the fear of rejection builds to impossible heights. My gaze sails over his body, and I bite down on my bottom lip, nibbling it as a rush of traitorous thoughts begin circling my mind.

I should go. This isn’t what he wants.

I’ve already made it perfectly clear that I won’t take him if it means losing the others, and he’s made it clear that he won’t take me if it’s a package deal.

This isn’t going to work. He and I… we’re a train wreck waiting to happen.

What the hell is wrong with me? Since when have I ever been the girl to freak out over something like this? This isn’t me. I’m not scared of putting myself out there; I’m not someone who backs down from a challenge, but Carver has my head in a mess.

My life is a million shades of fucked up right now, and despite how much I don’t want to admit it, I desperately need stability. I need people I can trust, people who are going to stand by me and lift me up, and if I hear the word ‘no’ come out of Carver’s mouth, it’s going to kill me.

I start shaking my head and Carver instantly gets up from his bed, slinking across the soft