Page 13 of Drive Her Wild

I type out my next response but hold off on hitting send until Daisy and I are standing on her porch.

But you can open the door and we can talk.

Impatiently waiting, I’m beginning to think that that isn’t going to go the way I had planned when the door opens. She’s a disheveled mess—wearing nothing but a grossly oversized band T-shirt with her knotted hair tied atop her head and yesterday’s make-up still resting beneath her eyes.

Gorgeous—she couldn’t be more gorgeous.

“I bought breakfast,” I offer her one of the cups from the café, and she hesitantly moves to allow me to come inside, “and pastries.”

She let me inside.

That’s a start.

Daisy pads on the carpet in the living room and makes herself at home.

Walking to the kitchen, Amaya takes a generous sip from the cup in her hand. Nearly spitting it out, she chokes it down before asking, “What the hell is this? It tastes like a fucking Christmas party in a cup.”

“Ope. That one must be mine,” I set the pastries on the counter and swap cups with her. She promptly takes a gulp of her black coffee to wash the taste from her mouth.

“What are you doing here, Jackson?”

“You said you wanted to talk.” She looks less than impressed by my answer.

Diverting her gaze from me, her voice wavers as she says, “Yesterday was a mistake.”

“No, it wasn’t.” My voice is deep but tender. “The only mistake was that I didn’t try to kiss you before yesterday.”

“You don’t mean that.” She exhales the words while walking toward the counter. Reaching it, she sets her cup before placing her palms on it. When she drops her head and shakes it, she mutters, “Yesterday can’t happen again. I’m sorry.”

Crossing the room, I quickly close the distance between us. I box her between me and the counter by placing my hands on either side of hers. “You can try to deny this all you want, firecracker. But we both know that yesterday wasn’t nothing—”

“Maybe not.” Her voice trembles.

“Tell me why you ran.” I’m firm in my questioning. Demanding her to give me an answer.

Spinning between my arms, she turns to face me, and I nearly break when her bloodshot eyes meet mine.

“I need to hate you, Jack.” The words bubble from her lips.

Chapter Ten

AMAYA

“You need to hate me?” He pushes.

“Fucking look at you.” I shove him from me.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“I’ve been down this road before. More times than I can count. And I can’t do it again. I’m a fun fuck until something better comes along.” She gestures her hands over her curvaceous body. “Guys like you don’t wind up with girls like me “

Jackson grips my waist with his large hands, hoists me onto the counter with ease, and forces himself between my thighs.

“I’m sorry that you’ve dated some really shitty men, and they have made you doubt yourself.” He grips my ass and pulls me to the edge of the counter until I am flush with his body. “But don’t fucking insult me by insinuating that I wouldn’t want to be with a fucking, full-figured queen like you. I might not know where this is going to go, but sure as fuck want to find out.”

His lips crash into mine, and every word he said is proven as he takes his time claiming my mouth. Breaking our kiss, he pulls my shirt over my head. His eyes roam over my body, now naked on the counter before him, as he undoes the buttons of his shirt.

“Do you always answer the door with no panties?” he smirks, tossing his shirt to the floor as his tongue slips back into my mouth. My legs wrap around his waist, needing to have him closer.

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