Imperfect (Triple Canopy #3) - Riley Edwards Page 0,29

and neither one was good. My hand, which had been just below her knee was now mid-thigh and her left leg shifted and was now resting on my hard dick. There was no hiding, no mistaking what it was.

I heard her suck in a breath. I did the same and slowly turned my head to look at her. That was a mistake. I thought I’d see wide eyes and shock. Probably a whole lot of trepidation. But instead, I found soft features and eyelids half-mast. Her lips were parted and there was no wariness.

This was a problem.

“Shiloh?”

“Yeah,” she breathed.

Good goddamn. Torture.

“Move your leg.”

Her eyes shot open. They held mine for a beat, then they dropped to my dick, then came back to mine.

She didn’t move her leg.

“Ignore it, baby, and watch the movie,” I said.

“Ignore it?”

“Yep.”

“Can you ignore it?” Her eyes went wide and I felt my lips tip up into a smile.

“Yeah, I can ignore it.”

“How?”

“Um…what do you mean how?”

“Can friends talk about erections?” she queried.

My gut clenched in an effort to stop myself from busting a gut laughing.

“Depends,” I told her through a chuckle. “The type we are—absolutely. The type you are with the guys on your team—absolutely not.”

“So we’re special friends?” she returned and smiled.

“Yeah, Shiloh, we’re very special friends.”

“Okay, so how can you ignore this?” To punctuate her question she moved her leg against my dick and I fought a wince.

“First way is by you not rubbing it,” I explained and watched her pinch her lips. “The second way is not to talk about it.”

“So…” she started, drawing out the vowel, giving me a clear indication she had a smart retort and clearly she wanted to talk about it. “As long as I don’t rub it you’ll be fine?”

“Didn’t say I’d be fine. I said I can ignore it. But just to say, we’re talking about it so right at this moment I’m unable to ignore it.”

“Is it uncomfortable?”

I blinked, then I blinked some more, and Shiloh being smart figured out my answer without my need to verbalize just how un-fucking-comfortable it was.

“Okay, stupid question. Of course, having something big and—”

“You’re killing me,” I groaned and let my head fall back onto the back of the couch.

“Sorry, sorry, you said special friends can talk about erections. I was curious. I don’t have a dick, I wouldn’t know what it feels like to have something hard in my pants. I’d assume it hurts but what do I know? Maybe it’s like my boobs being squished in a sports bra—”

“Shiloh, baby, please for the love of all things holy do not talk to me about your boobs. Not in a bra of any kind. Or out of a bra. Your tits are off-limits while my cock is literally hard enough to pound nails and at this very moment trying to break free.”

“Well, that’s a shame,” she mumbled.

“Dare I ask what’s a shame?”

“Well, for starters that you don’t want to hear about my boobs. I took you as a boob-man. But the real shame is that you’re sitting way over there and I’m sitting way over here and you have a hard-on—”

I could take no more. I shifted, moving her leg off the erection she was hellbent on discussing, and whipped my head to the side and narrowed my eyes.

“In two seconds the special friends we are right now is gonna take on a whole new meaning of special. The kind that includes my hands and mouth on you. The kind that includes you getting intimately acquainted with my dick.”

Shiloh wiggled and my gaze dropped to find her squeezing her thighs together. Fucking hell. I greedily took in her bare skin, the way she was clenching her legs together, and stopped to focus on where her shorts were bunched. She moved again and I swear to Christ she was trying to find friction. Seeing that, I remembered her drunkenly telling me she couldn’t get herself off so she’d stopped trying.

She was not ready for me to take her where I wanted. We needed time for her to adjust and come to terms with a lot of shit that was going down in her life. I knew Shiloh well enough to know that if I fucked her now, she’d use it as a way to close off. In her mind, I’d be what she said she wanted—a fuck buddy—and I’d never move her past it. I intended to be more. I wanted all of her, so sex was off the

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