Page 30 of Just Like This

“I don’t have much patience,” he growled. “I want to fuck you so badly.”

“I want that too.” My voice was nothing more than a breathy whisper.

The elevator chimed, interrupting us, which might have been a godsend. We broke apart but only fractionally. Garrett still had his hands on me as we exited and walked down the hall to my unit. I giggled as I fumbled with my keys, too distracted by the way his hands and lips were still exploring. I felt like a teenager again, lusting after my crush. But Garrett was much more than an innocent high school crush. He was a man, and my heart told me that he was going to be my everything.

When I finally succeeded in unlocking the door, I opened it, waiting for him to pounce. Instead, I turned and saw him standing in the doorway, watching me with a primal gleam in his eye.

“Being in a relationship will be rough,” he said in a low, gravelly voice. “This isn’t going to be easy.”

He was warning me one final time, and it felt like he was intentionally trying put up a wall between us. I didn’t want to hear it.

“Don’t roll your eyes, Cami. I’m serious.” Slowly, he entered my apartment before turning to close and lock the front door. I stood completely still and watched as he stalked toward me. “You can’t just walk away because it’s too hard.”

Nervously, I swallowed as his large hands circled my waist. I looked down to see where they held me firmly. This was more than just a physical connection. This was different and new terrifying and exhilarating. “I don’t think I could walk away even if I wanted.”

Garrett bent his head and brushed his lips softly against mine. “Get the lights, Cami,” he whispered as he walked past me and headed toward my bedroom.