Wreckless by Katie Golding

Author:Katie Golding
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sourcebooks
Published: 2021-03-10T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Massimo Vitolo—July; Memphis, United States

Praying the hinges don’t squeak as loudly this time, I open the door to Lorina’s room and slip inside. Then I nearly collapse from death by lingerie.

I was prepared for her to be in bed—cheeks flush and hair a mess, clutching a sheet to her bare chest. I half expected her to be asleep. I was not ready for her to walk out of her closet in a navy-blue bra and panty set that crisscrosses its way down her stomach from her breasts to the bow and looks like it should come with a set of instructions.

It instantly pulls a low groan from my throat, and she stops short, her eyes wide and darting to the closed door behind me. “What?”

I can’t do more than stand here and shake my head in admiration. Screw every person who told me you’re not supposed to meet your heroes and you’re not supposed to sleep with the girl of your dreams. Fuck ’em all for saying she’d never live up to the fantasy, because she does. Every single one.

“Seriously,” she says. “What?”

I finally get it together and find my smile, then kiss my fingertips before I fling them away, trilling, “Brava.”

She laughs, giving me a cute little curtsy. “Thanks.” Then she heads toward the bathroom, finger combing her hair before she separates it into three sections and starts to braid it. My eyebrow arches, but I keep it to myself, following behind her. Christ, the back of that thing is ten times more torturous than the front.

I lean against the doorway to her connected bathroom, unable to resist picking a little bit at the strings and straps, searching for a clasp that has yet to reveal itself.

Lorina only giggles and continues braiding her hair, her eyes catching mine in the mirror. “Did my dad bust you?”

She red-flagged me midstroke this morning with the realization that we’d left her panties in the garage last night. Cut to her kicking me out of the bed while yelling at me to get dressed, me sneaking downstairs, and thanking Christ I didn’t meet her dad on my way back up to her room.

I pull her panties from my back pocket, twirling them around the hook of my fingertip. “No.”

She giggles again, and I fling them behind me without paying attention to where they land on her white carpet, somewhere between her white western furniture and under the watchful eyes of all the horse paintings in ornate frames on her long, white walls.

Lorina whips open a drawer and dips in her hand, nudging it shut with her hip in one quick movement I barely caught. Her fingers deftly tie off the end of her braided deathhawk, and when she turns toward me, she’s pure, uncorrupted skin peeking out from naughty straps and a genuinely sincere smile with only the faintest hint of a blush. “Thanks for doing that.”

I steal a kiss because I just can’t help it. “In return? I want you to ask him.

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