Page 62 of Finding Storm

Just like that, the mood is lightened, and we’re back to before.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I grin, removing my hand from her arm.

“No way! You’re a stripper! Just to be clear, it’s a profession I wholeheartedly approve of.”

“Hold on. You’ll pay to see a stripper but blush when I get shirtless in front of you?”

Her chest goes red. “Well, yeah … but I know what I’m getting when I go to see a stripper. You just took me off guard. We were in a bedroom, alone. With a bed. And you were”—she gestures at me with her hand—“shirtless. And tattooed. And muscly.”

Ah. So, I didn’t upset her. I turned her on. And that freaked her out.

Interesting.

“You know strippers are usually shirtless, tattooed, and muscly, right?”

She looks up into my eyes. They look so wide and innocent. Makes me want to dirty her right up.

“Of course I know. But I wouldn’t be alone in a room with a stripper, would I?”

Her voice is softer now.

Just a touch.

If I had any doubt in my mind that she’s attracted to me, I don’t anymore.

But she’s definitely guy-shy for such a confident girl.

Makes me wonder why.

“I’m sure you must have guys trying to get shirtless around you all the time.” My voice is lowered now.

And is it just me, or are we closer than we were a second ago?

Her throat moves on a swallow, and I have the sudden urge to follow the movement with my tongue, heading downward.

She shakes her head.

“I find that hard to believe.” My voice sounds hoarse.

Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips.

I don’t think she even realizes she did it.

She wants me to kiss her.

“Stevie? That you up there, honey?” a female voice calls from below, breaking whatever was just happening between us.

Well, I’m pretty sure something fan-fucking-tastic was about to happen between us. But that’s over now.

Stevie moves so quick that I’m surprised she doesn’t break something.

“Yeah, Gran. It’s me. I’m coming down.”

She hightails it down the stairs like her ass is on fire. I follow behind in relaxed amusement.

She totally would have let me kiss her then. She wanted me to kiss her.

Just a damn shame I didn’t get the chance. But it’s good to know I might get another.