Say You're Mine: An Enemies to Lovers Romance (Southport Love Stories Book 4), Sarah Brooks [urban books to read .txt] 📗

gave me a tired smile. “I’m moving the furniture around in my living room. I can’t seem to make up my mind how I want it to look, so I’ve changed it five times now and nothing looks right. I’m exhausted.” She held up the plant. “Thank you for this. It’s very thoughtful of you.”

“Do you need any help? I have the afternoon free. And I’m definitely a hands-on kind of guy,” I offered.

Skylar’s eyes lit up. “Are you serious? Don’t offer if you don’t mean it, because I’m very near to tears here and I’m about to drag you inside and set you to work.”

I laughed. “I wouldn’t offer it if I wasn’t serious. Put me to work, Miss Murphy.”

She waved me inside. “Well, come on then.”

I followed her into her house. She hadn’t lived there long. There were still piles of boxes in the hallway and her living room was in a state of chaos. “I know it looks like a bomb went off in here, but Kyle just finished with the floors and I’m trying to move the furniture without scratching the finish, which is damn near impossible for one person,” she complained, putting the plant down on the window sill.

“I’ll be the big manly man and move the heavy stuff while you direct me.”

Skylar swatted my arm playfully and I grinned at her. We smiled a lot when we were together. It was a nice feeling.

Skylar wasn’t kidding when she said she couldn’t make up her mind. She had me move the couch and the chairs three more times before she settled on how she wanted it. She stood in the corner of the room and watched as I deftly maneuvered furniture. I looked up at her when I was finished to find her staring at me with an expression that I had seen on many women’s faces over the years.

“For a desk-bound lawyer type, you sure are in shape.” Her smoldering eyes took in my now bare chest and arms. I had taken off my shirt after the first round of musical furniture. “Even Kyle had a hard time carrying that couch, but you moved it easily.”

She handed me a glass of water and I drank it greedily. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and put the now empty glass on the coffee table. “What can I say? I like to work out.”

Her gaze swept the length of me and I felt hot all over again. “You sure do hide a lot under all those suits.” She bit down on her bottom lip and I felt my groin tighten.

“Skylar…” Her name sounded strangled in my mouth. I could feel where this was headed. I knew the way she was looking at me, what she was thinking.

We were on the same wavelength completely.

“Is there anything else you need to be moved?” I asked, hating to kill the moment, but needing to at the same time. Because if I didn’t…

I turned back to look at her, she was standing so close. The warmth of her was intoxicating.

“Skylar?” I said her name again. I loved saying her name.

Then I reached for her. And she reached for me. We came together in a chaotic clash of skin and lips and teeth.

I attacked her mouth like a man drowning. She clung to me, her fingers gripping my naked skin. We kissed like we never wanted to stop. I knew she didn’t want to, and I didn’t either.

Her hands ran down my chest and I groaned in the back of my throat. I wanted her so badly I could hardly stand upright. In a rush, we dropped to our knees, still kissing. Still touching. I couldn’t get enough of her. I ripped her shirt over her head and threw it across the room. The sight of her bare breasts had me almost blowing a load right then and there.

I palmed her left breast while working on the button of her jeans.

This was moving fast. Faster than I meant it to.

If I didn’t put a halt to this quickly, I was going to be balls deep inside her before I knew it.

And god, I wanted to be balls deep inside her.

“Skylar,” I moaned her name. She was kissing a line from my mouth to my ear lobe, sucking it into her mouth.

I unzipped her pants and reached inside. She was soaking. Fucking hell. The second I touched her I was undone. I knew that I was quickly approaching the point where I wouldn’t stop. That I couldn’t stop.

I needed to stop.

Now.

I withdrew my hand and sat back on my heels. I ran a shaky hand through my hair. “I’m sorry, Sky, I have to go.” I got to my feet and put on my shirt. Skylar stood up, watching me with a closed-off expression. Her mouth was tender and raw from our kisses and god, I wanted to kiss her again.

I didn’t want to hurt her, but I knew this couldn’t go any further. Otherwise, she’d want to get to know me…

Not able to help myself, I reached out to her. I wanted to pull her close. I wanted to make her smile again.

She evaded my touch. “You’d better go then,” was all she said, her voice clipped and cool.

I picked up my phone. I hesitated. I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay. I wanted to spend time with her.

I had to go.

“I’ll see you later,” I said to her as she followed me to the door.

“Sure.” She gave me one last, penetrating look, then closed the door behind me.

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Being so close to her, I couldn’t help but remember what it felt like to touch her. To kiss her. And from the way her neck flushed every time I stood