Page 142 of The Last Good Man

I press my hands against his chest.

“It doesn’t matter how often I have sex. I’m not looking for sex. And youyourselfsaid it wasn’t about sex.”

Although I don't see his face because he tips it down and moves his lips down my neck, I still think he’s smiling.

“You know I want more than sex,” he murmurs against my skin before leaving a kiss on my neck that sends a tornado of pleasure between my legs. “But we can’t be more. You said that repeatedly. So, at this point, we can be all about sex. What’s left there for us anyway?”

“You make no sense.”

He gives me a quiet laugh.

“You,babe, make no sense. For someone so analytical, you surely can’t keep things straight. You need sex. Everybody needs sex. Fix that problem first, and then look for your perfect man.”

“So you’re giving up?”

He flashes a grin.

“I never give up. You’ll be mine, one way or another. I gave you my best offer, but you said no to it. So we’ll let things play out and see where they take us.”

“They won’t take us anywhere. I can’t do this now, Jax,” I say seriously, believing it.

He brings his eyes to mine and studies me for a few moments.

“Say it…” he lets out quietly.“Say it to my face… thatyou don’t need me.”

A soft gasp rolls off my lips as I open my mouth to speak.

I can’t say that. It would be a lie. And it's not my first lie, but needinghimand havinghimmess with my life are not mutually exclusive.

“This isn’t about needing you.”

“You believed everything I said to you,” he shoots back, holdingmeaccountable.

My eyes dive into his, and he welcomes me into his soul.Not that heshows memuch.

“You liked what I said to you. Despite everything you said, you were angry that I left.”

“You didn’t say a word,” I point out.

“I had to leave.”

“You could’ve woken me up.”

“And say what? ‘Hey, babe. I’ll see you next week. Good luck with your fuckers. Maybe you’ll find a husband by the time I get back.’”

I don’t know what to say.

“You crumpled up that blanket and tossed it on a chair.”

His hands slide down as he slowly straightens.

“You noticed that?”

“Of course I noticed that.”

“And you didn’t like it.”

“No, I didn’t like it,” I huff. “I thought you were mad because I put a blanket over you.”

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