Page 11 of Driving Wild

“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask, biting back at him.

“I told you, Red, I’m not fucking you until you admit you want this as badly as I do. And that includes your amazing lips wrapped around me,” he says just as he turns and walks from my room, closing the door behind him.

Watching him close the door, I am left beyond unsatisfied. I know my vibrator isn’t going to do it tonight. Damn this man and his fucking body. Why the hell did it have to be him that I was stupid enough to play house with? The one man my heart and head have been at war with for the last week. Granted, if I’m honest with myself, who I’ve wanted since our time in his hauler all those months ago.

I lie there for a few more minutes, letting the day run rampant in my head. Coming home from a long day at work to find this beautiful Adonis of a man cooking supper for us, to having easy conversation, then seeing him stroke himself in front of me. Ugh, this day. Maybe if I soak in the tub for a little bit, I’ll be able to calm down and reach the release I so desperately need.

As the water turns cold, I pull myself out of the tub and dry off. I’m still on edge when I slather my lavender lotion on. I will not give Matt the satisfaction of knowing that the only way I’m getting off is with him either in my head or in my body for that matter. With a huff, I snuggle under my comforter to try to sleep, but it’s going to be a long freaking night of tossing and turning.

I wake up in a shitty mood, which was not how I expected my morning to go when I had that Greek god of a man standing in front of me last night. Getting dressed a little too aggressively this morning, my new bottle of perfume goes flying from my hand and onto the floor, breaking as it hits the tiles. I can’t fucking concentrate on anything besides images of Matt’s dick in front of my face last night. Grabbing towels to try to get the mess cleaned up, I’m on my hands and knees when my phone buzzes. Looking up, I see that I have a text from Tinley.

Tinley:

Hi, lady. How was your dinner last night?

I finish cleaning up the perfume bottle before I reach for my phone to reply to the message.

Me:

The food was great; the afters could have been better.

Tinley:

What did he do?

Me:

It’s what he didn’t do.

Tinley:

Wow, I didn't see that coming.

Me:

Well, I didn’t get to come at all. Now I’m pissed off and have just dropped my bottle of perfume all over the bathroom floor.

Tinley:

Did he do anything?

Me:

Oh yes, he did just enough to edge me, then backed up and left me wanting him. Freaking asshole.

Tinley:

Ha ha, sorry, girl, but that sounds like a you move. You may have met your match.

Me:

You aren’t helping, Tin.

Tinley:

Sorry. So what’s your next move?

Me:

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