Page 61 of Fire in You

“Okay,” he said. “If you don’t want to come out, then we can talk through the door. I’m not stupid. I know why you’re hiding in the bathroom.”

My eyes narrowed at the closed door.

“There’s no reason to be embarrassed over what happened last night,” he started and I lost it.

“Really? I think there’s plenty of reasons to be embarrassed,” I said, dropping my hands. “I got drunk and I—”

“Used me to get off?” he supplied.

“Oh my God, seriously? Thanks for putting it bluntly.”

“I didn’t mind.”

My mouth dropped open and I just stared forward. I had no words. None. Zip. Nada. Then I shook my head. “How could you not mind? I practically molested you.”

Brock’s deep laugh made its way into the bathroom. “First off, if I didn’t want you doing any of that last night, I would’ve stopped you. I wouldn’t have made you come.”

I slapped my hands on my hips and nearly doubled over.Made you come. Oh God, he hadsodone that. I couldn’t deal with this. My head was still clouded from the devil’s nectar known as whiskey and wine, and I needed coffee, and I needed himgone.

“Okay,” I said after a moment. “Can we just pretend like that didn’t happen last night?”

“Are you serious?” he asked, and shock colored his tone.

“Yes. I am serious. I don’t want to think about it. I don’t want to acknowledge it,” I said in a rush. “And I want to go on like that never happened. We can do that. It’s better that way. So you don’t have to be okay with it or worry that it’ll happen again or that I think anything stupid.” I drew in a ragged breath. “Things will be normal.”

“Open the door,” Brock said calmly, way too calmly.

I shook my head. “You can leave.”

“Jillian.”

“I think you need to leave,” I said this time.

“Open the goddamn door or I will fucking break it down.”

Well then.

Casting my gaze to the ceiling, I let out a ripe curse and then unlocked the bathroom door, because I didn’t put it past him to do it. “Better?” I shot back.

Brock stared at me, his jaw working, and damn it all to hell, he looked so rumpled andsexywith his hair nearly standing up and one tail of his shirt hanging loose. “Were you completely unaware of what you were doing last night? I need you to be honest with me, Jillian. Did you have no idea what you were doing?”

Part of me wanted to say that I was, but that wasn’t completely true. I’d been aware. I woke up from a dream and I’d wanted him, and he was there and . . .

“I knew you were buzzed, but I had no idea you were that—”

“I wasn’tthatdrunk,” I whispered, knowing I could never let him believe he somehow took advantage of the situation when he hadn’t, just to save face. “I knew what was happening, but I . . . I just wasn’t thinking. I knew. Honest.”

His eyes searched mine as some of the tension eased out of his shoulders. “Now I want you to listen me and I want you to listen real good. If you think for a second I can go around and pretend that I didn’t have my fingers in you and you didn’t come all around them, you have another thing coming.”

“Oh my God!” Horrified, I pressed my hands to my cheeks. “Can you not be any cruder?”

“Crude?” He smirked as he leaned against the door jamb, effectively trapping me in the bathroom. He crossed his arms. “You sure as hell didn’t have a problem fucking my hand last night—”

“I was drunk. Like, I thought I was still sleeping,” I argued.

“So do you normally dream of me then?”

My nostrils flared as I inhaled deeply and counted to five. “I do not dream about you.”

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