Dirty (Unexpected Lovers #3) - J.B. Heller Page 0,21

spray. I press my forehead to the tiles and enjoy the sensation of the water pounding into my shoulders.

I could stay in here forever, but I’m starving, so I wash down then rinse off fairly quickly. Tugging on a pair of gray sweats, I forgo my shirt and head out of my room at the end of the hall. Lennon’s door is open as I pass, and I have to resist the urge to look inside.

Stepping into the main living area, I’m surprised to find her sprawled in her favorite armchair in the sexiest outfit I’ve ever seen. I stop dead in my tracks, gaping at her. “Holy shit,” I breathe.

Her head spins my way, her eyes narrowing the instant they land on me. She wastes no time flicking her gaze back to the TV.

I clear my throat. “What you watchin’?” I ask, unable to stop myself from taking in every inch of her in a simple black tank, tiny bed shorts, and knee-high, black-and-white striped socks. Her hair is in a messy-bun thing on top of her head, and a pair of glasses I’ve never seen her wear before are perched on the tip of her nose.

She doesn’t answer my question, so I ask another as I move toward the kitchen. “Since when do you wear glasses?”

Still, she remains silent.

Great. She’s ignoring me. I tug the fridge open and scan the empty shelves. Okay, Uber Eats it is. Grabbing a beer, I look over my shoulder at Len. “You want a beer?”

Her head lifts, and she glances over to me. “Sure.”

I grab one for her, too, pop the tops, drop them in the trash, then join her in the lounge area. She takes hers from me without removing her eyes from the TV. I pull my phone out of my pocket then drop onto the couch on the end closest to her. “You hungry? I’m ordering in,” I say.

Lennon’s eyes flit to me, and she nods.

I arch a brow. “What are you in the mood for?”

To my absolute shock and delight, her eyes rake over my body in a way that tells me she’s in the mood for me. But just as quickly as the look appeared, it vanishes. “Whatever you’re having is fine,” she says, going back to watching her show.

My mouth curves up in a grin. So, what they say about sweatpants must be true . . .

I order a large pepperoni pizza then drop my cell on the coffee table and kick my feet up on the edge. “Is this how it’s going to be?” I ask her. “You pretending I don’t exist unless I’m feeding you or supplying you alcohol?”

Her eyes dart to mine for the barest of seconds, then she takes a long pull from her beer. Lowering her bottle slowly, she licks a drop of liquid off her lip, and I harden instantly.

“It’s not like that,” she says.

I smirk. “You sure about that? You won’t even look at me, Len.”

“That’s because you’re practically naked,” she snaps, glaring at me.

At least her eyes are on me. “I’m not even close to naked, but I could be. If that’s what you want . . .”

Her glare turns lethal. “Don’t you dare.”

I slide my free hand over my abs to the band of my sweats, her eyes following the movement. “Why not? It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”

She swallows as I drag the band down an inch. The heated look in her eyes stokes my ego and forces the rest of the blood in my body straight to my dick.

“Arch,” she breathes.

I love the husky way she says my name. I release the band and flatten my palm, gliding it over my aching cock. My eyes stay locked on her face; hers stay locked on my hand as I continue to slide my palm up and down my length. Being in this moment with her feels so fucking good.

She hasn’t told me to stop, so I keep going. Her chest rises and falls in rapid succession, drawing my gaze to her peaked nipples. Fuck I want to touch her. I’m dying to feel her again. But if I push too much, she’ll walk away. So, I content myself with this.

My cock throbs, and I increase my pace, stroking faster, harder. Len’s eyes darken, and she squeezes her legs together. A bolt of lust shoots through me as her teeth sink into her plump bottom lip. “Len,” I groan.

I’m going to come in my pants like a