Page 27 of Obsession on Repeat
"This isn’t right, you’re drunk."
"No, let’s not take advantage of me again; we can’t have that."
"I never took advantage of you."
"You didn’t?" He lifted his head, and his gaze caught mine. He smirked, his eyes watchful as his hand covered my breast completely. "You’re not wearing a bra again."
"I was in bed, and I was in a hurry to get to you."
"Don’t you want me?"
I stroked the side of his face tenderly. "That’s not the problem. You should get some rest. I have a feeling tomorrow isn’t going to be too pleasant for you."
"I don’t care about that."
"It’s the alcohol talking."
"No, it’s me. The alcohol’s giving me the courage to keep going." He moved his hand down my chest to linger on my hip. He pressed his pelvis against mine, smiling at the strangled sigh that came pouring out of my throat. "Let me make love to you."
I gathered up enough strength to push him away. I freed myself of the sheets, my feet hitting the cold floor. "I need to… I need some water."
"Rory…"
I rushed from the bedroom. Breathing hard, I flattered myself against the refrigerator. It took me several minutesto compose myself, my hands shaking while I filled a glass with water. I forced myself to sip it slowly, and once I finished, I walked back into the bedroom.
I paused in the doorway. He was sound asleep, my pillow clutched tightly against his chest.
9
Aloudcursewokeme. I peered over the back of the couch to see Sullivan holding a hand against his forehead, his other hand gripping the bedroom door frame. Wincing, he looked up to find me watching him.
"Damn door frame walked into me."
I stood from the couch. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I was hit by a truck, and then a plane…" He moved slowly into the living room, his hand rubbing his forehead. "And maybe a nuclear bomb, I’m not sure."
"Can I get you something?"
"An explanation would be nice." He lowered his hand. "Why did you sleep on the couch? The bed is big enough for two people."
"You needed to sleep. I thought you would appreciate the room."
"After several shots of whiskey, last night’s events are a little fuzzy, but I’m pretty sure I asked you to stay with me."
I stiffened at the hard tone of his voice. "I’m pretty sure you remember trying to feel me up, too. The last thing we needed to do was make this more complicated than it already is."
"We’ve had sex. I don’t see how one more romp in the sack would have messed you up more."
I crossed my arms over my chest. "I’m not going to fight with you, especially not with the state you’re in right now."
"I’m fine." He growled but lifted his hand back to his forehead again. "I have a headache the size of Earth, but I’m fine."
"There’s Tylenol by the bed. Enough time has passed that taking more won’t hurt you."
"I’m touched that you care."
I flinched at the coolness in his voice, struggling not to attack back. "I do care."
