Page 11 of Tamed By You

“What the hell are you doing?” I hiss.

He rubs his large hand along his jawline and my eyes drift down to his toned forearm, enjoying the way it flexes as hemoves. A memory of the way his hands felt on my body flashes through my mind, and I give my head a little shake to shoo it away.

“I want you tonight. One last time.”

“Excuse me.” Furrowing my brow, I say, “You want me?”

“Yeah, clearly, we didn’t fuck it out our system well enough and tonight is perfect. I leave for London tomorrow. Other than the wedding, you won’t have to see me for a while.”

I don't like the way my stomach sinks at this news.

“How long will you be gone for?”

“Not sure, maybe a year,” he says nonchalantly.

A year?

“Why are you going to London?” My voice shakes on the last word.

“Our new club. I need to be there to get it started and seeing as my sister lives there, I agreed to go.”

“You have a sister?”

“Yeah, she's my twin, Victoria, but we call her Tori. She runs my dad’s London office.”

“Your dad has an office in London?”

Stop talking. Why am I asking these questions? I don't care, do I?

“Yeah, my dad’s actually from England. He moved over to the States when he was drafted through the Marines. He met my mom, and they fell in love, blah, blah.”

“And do they live in London?”

“What's with all the questions, Ali Cat? Sounds like you're going to miss me.” He chuckles and the delicious husky tone hits me in my center.

I scoff. “Don't flatter yourself. I am just trying to get a sense of how long I will be able to enjoy life without you in it.” But the horrible knot in my stomach hasn't left. Maybe it’s all the cosmos I’ve drunk.

He moves towards me, and I take a step backward, my back hitting the cold tiled wall. Pressing his chest against mine, I close my eyes, swallowing the lump that is forming in my throat as the smell of spice and whiskey floods my senses.

“So, what about it, Ali baby? How about one final night and we can pretend we never happened?”

“No chance. You got your one night with me. Been there, done that, had the headache to prove it.”

“Come on now. You're telling me you didn't enjoy the way I touched you, the way my fingers worked your tight little pussy.” His hands smooth up my thigh disappearing under my dress and drift dangerously close to my entrance.

I can’t speak, so I just shake my head. Moving his face closer, his mouth mere inches from mine, my breathing hitches as his fingers stroke the fabric of my panties.

“So, if I touched you right now, I wouldn't find you wet and ready for me?” he smiles wickedly.

My eyes flutter shut for a brief moment as his hot breath skates over my skin causing goosebumps to scatter across my body. His hands move to my hips gripping them firmly and I gasp. Fuck my stupid body for responding to him.

“It's not happening. Build a bridge and get over it.”

He pulls away, giving me an incredulous look. “One last night, Ali Cat. You can take all that hate and anger out on me one last time, and we’ll never speak of it again. Pinky promise.” He raises his pinky finger with a smile that has me weak.

“Pinky promise? What are we, five?”

“Humor me, Ali cat.” He winks.

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