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It was the best kind of agony as I watched him and remembered that later this memory would torture me also.
Once they were unbuttoned, he caught my panties and my jeans by the waistband and ripped them off my thighs.
My body jolted at the move, eyes wide, as he showed off the ease with which he could move me.
My thighs went up and together, uncomfortable all of a sudden with the intensity in his eyes.
Speaking of his eyes, his narrowed at the move, a frown marring his face.
“Why are you hiding from me?” he asked.
Instead of telling him the truth—that he unnerved me—I said, “I don’t think we should be doing this.”
We shouldn’t.
It might kill me to stop.
But it would kill me if we kept going.
Another piece of my heart would shrivel up and die the moment he left.
He started to unbutton his pants in answer.
When they hung loose around his hips, he started on the first button of his uniform top.
I watched as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, keeping his eyes on me the entire time.
The shirt fell to the floor, leaving him in his white undershirt and pants.
I started to rub my thighs together, unable to stop the move despite not wanting him to know how he affected me.
“Fuck,” he said as he tagged the back of his tee at the base of his neck, hunched his shoulders, and pulled it off of his body.
I was left with the chest of a god staring back at me.
Though Quinn wasn’t quite as muscular as his brothers, he made up for it in the ripped department. The man was shredded. I could see the muscles under each one of his ribs. His arms were large and defined. His shoulders were perfectly shaped. His abs. Oh, his abs.
They’d gotten better in the years since I’d seen him last.
He’d grown into his body in a way that showed he’d moved from boy to man.
Those deep lines, also known as the Adonis belt, were bold and apparent as they dipped into the pants that were hanging on by the curve of his ass alone.
And his ass.
That’d been the one thing about him that I’d always been jealous over.
He had the perfect, most rounded and defined ass, that I’d ever seen.
The man could fill out a pair of Wranglers like nobody’s business.
“You’re looking at me like you need me,” he growled.
The problem was, I did need him.
He just wasn’t willing to fight for me.
I bit my lip, and he dropped his pants.
