Page 12 of Blood & Honey
I look at the time on my phone.“We can discuss this annulment business when I get back.If I don’t leave now, I’m going to be late.”
“Not a word of this to your friends.”
“Kind of hard to hide your name tatted on my finger.”I wave my hand, wiggling my ring finger for effect.
“I’m serious.”
I roll my eyes at the ceiling.“Whatever.Guess you really aren’t the man I thought you were.”
He has the decency to appear ashamed.
My phone vibrates with a text message from Jackson.
What the hell happened to you last night?I’ve been worried sick.
You said you were coming back.
I thought we worked through our issues.
You said you wanted to be with me.
“Who is it?”
“None of your business.You’re not my husband, remember?”I tease him, hoping it pisses him off.
“Real cute, Ashley.Real fuckin’ adorable.”He stops feeding Ash and takes a step toward me, holding his palm up.“Give me your phone.”
“No.”I sidestep around him, but he hooks an arm around my waist, drawing me in close.The heat of his body envelops me.One touch from him and I’m ready to combust.
My nipples harden.The friction of them rubbing against my bra is pure torture.The wet heat of his mouth on them last night is as fresh in my mind as it was when he was kissing them.
“I’m not asking.”
“You’re not the boss of me.”
“Like you said.My name is tattooed on your finger.What’s yours is mine, and that includes your damn phone that I pay for.”
“Piss off.”
He spins me around, pressing my back against the island in the center of the kitchen.Towering over me, he drops his gaze to my mouth.His breath fans across my lips.“Not a fan of repeating myself, babe.”My breath hitches in my throat at the way he pronounces babe, all cocky like he knows he has me right where he wants me.He slides my phone from my grip.“Unlock it.”
“You’ll just get pissed.”
“I’m already mad.”
He’s got me there.“Fine.If you must know, it’s from my boyfriend.The one I ran out on at prom.The one I cheated on with you last night.”
His expression darkens.“What does he want?”
Is he jealous?
Good.
“Nothing.He wants to meet up to talk.”
His nostrils flare, and I melt a little more under his scrutiny.Why does he have to smell so damn good?All I want is to close the gap between us and have him kiss me stupid.
“You’re not going.”He hands my phone back to me and goes back to Ash, who is splattering oatmeal everywhere with his spork.
