Page 23 of Hard To Love

He inched towards me to where his warm breath was heating up my skin.

“What’s happens?”

My tongue felt like I dipped it in sand, but I was determined to get the words out. I took a deep swallow. “They go to hell.”

And with that I stood up and took off my bra, and bent over knowing he was watching me put his t-shirt on. That will teach him, I thought.

He sat there with a smug little smile. “Are you done with the show?” he asked after I finished.

Damn him, why did he have to look so fucking in control all the time?

As mad as I was at him, I decided that I was too drunk and too turned on to continue the fight. Come morning, I would make him pay for the little stunt he pulled. He wasn’t aware of it yet, but he had just met his match.

I scowled at him and pulled the covers up to my neck.

He rolled over until we were at eye level, then spoke. “I can’t wait to bury myself inside you and put that sassy mouth of yours to good use.” He paused with his eyes turning dark. “And just so we are clear, I don’t play games either.”

Damn, he was so disarming!

“And by the way.” I guess he wasn’t finished. “This is me being a gentleman. Next time we’re together, I won’t be so nice.”

I was so screwed.Well at least I hoped so!

He gently pressed his mouth to mine, letting his lips linger there a moment too long. His warm breath only reminded me of how worked up I was.

He brought his fingers to my cheek and stared at me for a minute before rolling over to the other side of the bed. I heard the click of the light switch and the room went dark.

He moved in closer, bringing his chest against my back. I tried to move away, but he only tightened his grip on me. His hands rested around my waist as his fingers gently caressed my stomach. Not wanting to admit how much I liked ‘spooning’ with him, I closed my eyes and prayed for the room to stop spinning.

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