I look down at the floor. “You like her?”
“Yes,” she says instantly. “You don’t?”
I shrug. “She’s all right. I like Claire better. Why couldn’t Claire and Jace hook up?”
“Hell no,” Kat says, shaking her head.
“Why?”
“Seriously? Your brother is a playboy. If he hurt her, I’d have to cut his balls off.”
“I don’t like hearing you sayballswhile talking about Jace.”
She laughs. “You have issues, man.”
I push off the counter and walk over to her as she lays down pieces of meat onto the bread. I kiss her neck, desperate to get some undivided attention from the woman I love.
She leans to the opposite side, letting me have what I want. I suck and bite, placing my beer onto the counter before snaking my hand across her stomach and dipping lower, past the button of her shorts and into the front of her bikini.
I rub her clit and dip my finger inside, loving the fact that she’s already wet. She drops the things in her hands, twisting, causing my hand to slip out before she steals my kiss.
Her tongue tastes like Corona and lime, and her skin is slippery from tanning lotion. I swipe at the things on the counter. Plates crash to the floor, and the silverware pings loudly. My beer spills, and I don’t give a shit.
She reaches down and slides her shorts off before I lift her up onto the island. She latches onto me, her thighs squeezing my waist tight. “Why are you such an asshole?” she asks breathlessly.
“You make me that way,” I say before I kiss her neck and lick the swell over her breast. She grabs the waist of my jeans, and I help remove them. I fuck her hard, reminding her why we’re so good together.
And now, every time I come back here, I’ll think of this.
She’s sprinkling memories everywhere, making it impossible to ever forget her.
And I know I never will.
Chapter Thirty-Two
“Dalton, just checking in. How’s everything going?”
I look down at the floor, my stomach in knots.
Get it together, girl.
“It’s going to happen tonight.”
“You’re sure everything is in order?” he asks.
“I’m positive.”
“Okay, I’ll get the team together.”
“Good.” I look at my watch. “He will be here shortly to pick me up. We’ll do dinner and then head over. Have them ready and waiting when I walk in.”
“We’ll follow your lead. Do you know how to get in there?”
“Yeah, he’s filled me in.”
“Good job, Dalton.”
My lip lifts at his approval, but the sick feeling in my gut makes me want to vomit. I look up at my reflection in the mirror. I haven’t been this dressed up in a while. Red paints my lips, and my eyes are smoky. My auburn hair is wavy, and the dress I have on is hunter green. I’ve removed my glasses and put my contacts in. I find myself hoping he will approve. He’s seen me in nothing but jeans and a T-shirt. I shake my head, instantly frowning.