Mr. Big Jerk: A Forbidden Second Chance Romance (Kinda Cocky Series Book 3), стр. 28

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Clint

I lifted my fist to knock before placing it back down at my side. I turned to walk back down the hallway, but it felt as if a wall were holding me back. I peered over my shoulder as I looked back at the door, feeling like some geeky idiot at my senior prom who couldn’t knock on his date’s door.

“Come on, you’re better than this. Just knock on the damn door,” I murmured.

I drew in a deep breath and let my chest expand. I rolled my shoulders back, trying to force my confidence to trickle all the way down to my toes. It was just Roxy. It wasn’t as if I was going to see the President of the United States. And besides, shaking that man’s hand hadn’t been nearly as nerve-wracking.

It’s just a girl, Clint. Get it together.

“She’ll open if you knock,” I whispered.

I turned back toward the door and raised my fist, but I couldn't get it to settle against the door. I’d made it all the way here, so why the hell couldn't I finish the job? What did I think was going to happen? Surely, she wouldn’t slap me. We both enjoyed what happened in that safe. She couldn't deny it, and neither could I.

“Just do it, you coward,” I grumbled.

Then, I finally knocked against her door.

I stood there, waiting for her to answer, but I didn’t hear anything on the other side. So, I raised my fist and knocked again. I knew she had to be here. Her car was in the parking garage downstairs. Then again, she could’ve taken a cab anywhere.

What if she’s with someone else right now?

What if she’s trying to erase your memory with someone else?

What if she really did hate it, and she decides to tank my business?

I knocked one more time for good measure, and finally, I heard footsteps on the other side.

I expected her to call out and ask who it was. I expected her to crack the door and peek out, like any normal woman who lived alone in Vegas might have. But, instead, the door ripped open, and there she stood. Clad in nothing but a long t-shirt, some socks to keep her feet warm, and her damp hair pulled back into a ponytail. She was a vision of beauty. The sexiest little thing I’d ever laid eyes on. Her skin looked smooth to the touch as if it were freshly shaved. She smelled of lilacs and lavender as if she’d just bathed.

Her hair is wet, you idiot. Of course, she just showered.

“Clint,” she said breathlessly.

I blinked. “Roxy.”

She didn’t move to let me in her place, so I took a step toward her. And like the wonderful girl she was, she took a step back. She matched me, movement for movement until I stood just inside her apartment. She relinquished the door, and I closed it behind me, my eyes never leaving hers. They sparkled with shock and curiosity. Her eyes danced between mine as if she were waiting to see what I would do next.

When I reached out to cup her cheeks, I pulled her face to mine, crashing our lips together.

When she groaned down the back of my throat, my cock came alive. I felt it pressing against my pants as her tongue fell against my own, with the rest of her body following in suit. She gripped my tie and wrapped her fist in it, pulling me closer as my hands explored her body. They raced down her curves, gripping her waist and massaging her hips as I backed her further into her place.

I didn’t stop moving until the two of us tumbled over the back of the couch.

“Oh, Clint,” she whispered.

My lips slid down her neck. I pinned her to the cushions as her legs spread effortlessly for me. I felt her womanly heat beating against my clothed cock, teasing it and taunting it. Wanting me to set it free. Her movements against my body intoxicated me. It forecasted what was to come as I kissed down the valley of her breasts.

When my lips fell against the neck of her shirt, I gripped the fabric.

“Off. Now,” I growled.

The two of us scrambled to get up, and clothes went flying. I slipped her shirt over her head while her hands loosened my tie. Fabric fell to the floor as we stumbled into her bedroom, her hands sliding against every inch of my muscles. Fucking hell, her hands were soft. Warm. Inviting, and alluring, all at the same time. I gripped her bare ass cheeks the second I was naked and hoisted her against me, feeling her wet heat sliding against my skin. Her hands raked through my hair. My knee touched down against her mattress.

And as we fell to the sheets together, I felt my dick leaking with need for her.

“Oh, fuck,” she groaned.

I laid her on her back and splayed her wet hair out onto the pillow. I pulled myself back, allowing a moment to gaze into her sex-hazed eyes. She was a vision. An angel sent from heaven to quell the devil inside me. I wasn’t deserving of such a woman. I wasn’t deserving of such beauty beneath me. Not after the