Page 45 of Broken

Her expression hardens as she steps closer, squaring up to me. “So what was your intention? Why did you run out of here like the place was on fire?”

Sure to god she fucking knows why. “You’re a smart woman, Mel. I’m sure you can figure that out.”

She blinks at me, confusion pinching her brow. “I d-don’t…”

I should walk out of here before this conversation gets any more awkward and I end up admitting that I jerked off with the taste of her in my mouth and the scent of her in my nose. And how I came so fucking hard I almost blacked out. But dammit, this woman has me in some sort of chokehold. I close the distance between us but resist the urge to lift her onto the counter again and slide a part of myself inside her. Instead, I brush the pad of my thumb over her cheek. “I think you do.”

She opens and closes her mouth, her frown deepening. “Well, I thought…” She shakes her head, and the scent of her coconut shampoo fills my nostrils. My mouth waters to taste her again. “But no. You’re not that much of a jackass to leave me like that to make me feel bad. At least you never have been before.”

Her cheeks grow redder, and I cup her jaw in my hand. “So if I’m not a jackass, then why? Come on, smart girl, why else would I have needed to get the hell away from you last night?”

She stares into my eyes like she’s trying to read my mind, and her pupils blow wide. “To um… stop yourself from going any further?” she whispers.

“Bingo.”

Her body leans closer to mine, and I instinctively edge forward too, as though we have some magnetic pull drawing us together. “B-but why didn’t you want to…”

I search her face. “Because I promised you no expectations. To have fucked you afterward, when you were on an orgasm high, would have been the exact opposite. Besides, I don’t have any condoms here, and I know you want to wait to start trying.”

She shakes her head. “I mean, I did. I do. Until we get to know each other. But I didn’t think you’d want to wait that long to… That’s why I’m on the pill.”

My cock twitches. “You’re on the pill?”

She nods. “I should have told you. I’m sorry. I assumed… But I thought we’d be… and I just thought it would be easier thancondoms.” Her throat thickens as she swallows, and she looks down at the floor. “God, this is so awkward.”

Cupping her chin, I tilt her head back up so I can look at her. “We haven’t been great at communication, have we?”

She bites on her lip again. “No.”

“How about we change that and be honest with each other about what we want from now on?”

“I’d like that,” she says, her voice a sultry purr that makes my dick twitch again.

I close the distance between us until my chest is pressed against hers. An image of her hard nipples pressed against my skin makes me sway on my feet. “I’m sorry I made you feel cheap.”

Her breath catches, and the blush on her cheeks races down her neck. I want to chase it with my tongue. I dip my head, dusting my lips over her forehead and inhaling the intoxicatingly sweet scent of her skin. The memory of her taste and the way she moaned my goddamn name slams into me. I want to taste her right now. I want to fuck her where she stands. I want to claim every single part of her.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I curse under my breath. I have a meeting that can’t wait. I suppress a groan and step back from her, not missing the hurt look in her eyes when I do.

“We’ll talk later,” I tell her, resisting my desire to kiss her pink lips as she blinks up at me.

Reluctantly, I leave her standing alone in the kitchen.

Chapter

Twenty-Five

MELANIE

“Oh my god, Ty!” I throw my hands over my face, feeling my cheeks heat at the memory. “I practically asked him to fuck me, and he just walked out and left me standing there.”

“He didn’t say anything at all? Not even goodbye?”

Groaning, I flop down at his breakfast bar and unpack the sandwiches I picked up for lunch. “He said we’ll talk later.”

Tyler rolls his eyes. “So, he didn’t just leave you hanging. He probably had some important billionaire business to attend to.”

“Pretty sure everyone waits for Nathan James. He could have at least…”

---