He's Coming in Hot (Salacious Summer Singe #6) - J. D. Light Page 0,11

skin of my face right there in front of him like I had zero control of myself. "Okay. I'll be there."

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Double checking my outfit, I bit my lip. I'd gone back and forth about changing since I'd gotten home over an hour ago, and I still wasn't sure if changing into jeans and a T-shirt was the right choice. I was trying to go for casual, but I almost felt sloppy now, since clothes didn't fit me in the same way they tended fit others because of my tiny size.

I took a deep breath and knocked on the door, almost immediately regretting that I hadn't gone back to the house to change into the clothes I'd worn to school that day.

I thought for a moment that I might have time to run back and change anyway, but then the door jerked open and a still partially wet and barely covered Lawton was standing in the doorway, smiling brightly down at me.

"Hey. Sorry, I was running late." He stepped back, welcoming me into his house, and I squeaked in reply, my wide eyes following a water droplet that was making its way slowly down over the hill of a perfectly formed pec covered in dark skin and sparse, but crisp, black hairs.

When I did nothing but stand there and stare because holy shit, Lawton is standing right in front of me in nothing but a towel, and… am I breathing, he cleared his throat, making me jerk my attention back up to his gorgeous face. "You gonna come in?"

I nodded but made no move to… move as I just stood there staring at the man.

Smirking, he reached out and grabbed my hand, making me gasp. His skin was warm, and his grip was strong, but it was the way my entire body pulsed with excitement at his touch that made me gasp. He pulled me through the door slowly, barely moving before he shut the door which meant I was practically chest to chest with him.

"I won't be long, okay?" He reached up, pushing my glasses up my nose before once again sliding the pad of his thumb down the side of my face to the corner of my jaw. "Just have a seat on the couch, and I'll go dry off a little better and get dressed.

I nodded, and he chuckled softly, his eyes falling to my mouth while I just stood there. What else was I supposed to do? I was terrified to move. Lawton Foster looked seconds away from kissing me, and he was standing around his living room in nothing but a towel. What part of any of this sounded like reality? Not a damn bit of it.

Groaning, he leaned his head back, mumbling something about being good, before leading me over to the couch and coaxing me to sit.

"I'll be right back," he whispered, biting his lip and giving another groan as he moved away.

I didn't think I breathed until he disappeared around the hallway, out of sight, and then I think the entirety of the air in my lungs rushed out of me in a whoosh.

Looking down at my lap, I whimpered at the very evident hard-on, and the fact that I had no doubt Lawton had seen the thing too. It was hardly subtle, poking up there like a proud beacon of… excitement.

Not having any faith in my ability to deflate while sitting in Lawton's house and remembering the way he'd looked, I grabbed one of his throw pillows, dragging it into my lap just as he rounded the corner again… still barely dressed in a pair of low hanging super light jeans that looked amazing against his dark skin and falling indecently below his hipbones, showing off the fact that there was absolutely no way he was wearing underwear.

I was pretty sure if he shifted just right, I'd catch a glimpse of… yep, there was the slightest hint of pubic hair sticking out of the top, probably trimmed up from what I could tell.

He glanced at the pillow in my lap, and the slightest smile ticking up the corner of his mouth let me know that he knew exactly what I was hiding, but at least I felt slightly more secure knowing that it wasn't currently flagging anyone down and maybe given time, we could both forget it was there.

Of course, that would be a lot easier for me if he'd put a damn shirt on.

"Here," he said, moving over to a cabinet