Page 19 of Memories of Us

“What?”

“This isn't a good idea. What happens when someone finds out, or when you remember everything? What happens when I can't do this?” I motioned between us with both hands and tossed them in the air, his tight grip releasing. “You don't know how it ended, B, and maybe that's a good thing. Even though I want to know why you did it, is it worth the repercussions?”

“No.”

“What?”

“You're in this. I can handle whatever happens from here. I have to know. And as for you, I can't keep you from hating me or loving me, but I can give you the reassurance that my track record has been shit with women. Most end up hating me in the end. I'm an arrogant asshole.”

“Good to know some things haven't changed,” I said with a laugh. “But you can't kiss me like that again, no matter how bad you want to.”

“Oh that.” He shoved both hands into his pockets and turned toward the main house. “That was for you. Thought you'd like to know what you're missing out on.”

“Arrogant bastard. You liked it too.” Not wanting him to have the last dig, I stormed after him. “Admit it.”

“Maybe.” He shrugged without turning to face me, but from that angle, I still saw his cocky-ass smirk. “But I wasn't the one moaning like a porn star.”

Anger like I hadn't felt in years surged forth. Gripping his shoulder, I yanked him to a stop. His smirk faltered as I jumped, wrapping my thighs around his trim waist and hooking my arms around his neck.

A low growl rumbled from his chest, vibrating against the apex of my thighs.

“Now who's moaning?” I whispered against his lips. “One thing you'll want to remember about me, I don't back down.”

“Well, Beks, that’ll be a problem because neither do I.”

“And I get the last word.”

“Not always.”

“This will get interesting, then.”

“What point are you trying to prove right now? From my perspective, you couldn't keep your hands off me, so you just attacked a man trying to walk away as you asked him to.”

“That you want me too. This isn't a one-way street.”

“Trying to prove it to me or you?” Slowly he lowered my feet to the ground. “Make up your mind. You want me to want you or not?”

Embarrassed because he was right, I shoved his chest and turned. Hell, I was the idiot female who couldn’t fucking think straight when he was around. “I have to run home tomorrow to get some clothes for the week. All I have is this dress.” For emphasis, I gripped the hem and pulled it out wide. His gaze zeroed in on the bit of upper thigh showing.

“Just buy new ones.”

“Wow, you're... oblivious. Arrogant, oblivious, and cocky as hell. Can't wait to see what else has changed with you. I live forty minutes east. I'll be back by lunch, and then we can start whatever we're doing.”

“I need clothes too. Wasn't planning on sticking around, so all I have is this suit.” He spread his arms and gestured down his body. “And whatever is in the house from years ago. I'll come with you, and we can stop somewhere for me.”

“Fine. Meet me at the truck at six. But remember, don't let—”

“Anyone see me. Yeah, I get it. Wish I could remember why you're this neurotic about no one finding out.”

I paused my retreat and kept my back to him as I said, “Wish I couldn't.”

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