Page 108 of The Worst Guy Ever
My pulse quickens when she gives me her most wicked smile, steps out from behind the bar and takes my hand in hers. “Quick, follow me.”
She leads me through the door that says Staff Only, down the corridor and into the office where she spends most of her time when she’s not on a bar shift or in my bed. Rushing inside, I kick the door closed behind me and pull her into a hurried, greedy kiss.
After denying me her mouth for so long, I still can’t get enough of it. I slide my hands through her hair, gripping the back of her head to adjust the angle. She opens to me and I lick inside her mouth, my tongue grappling with hers for control.
I’m rushing. Of course I’m rushing, there’s no such thing as going slow with this woman who makes my blood heat and my dick hard simply by existing. She sucks my lip, teeth sinking into my flesh, hands sliding their way up underneath my top. She’s my perfect match, who can’t seem to get enough of me either.
“Hattie, wait, slow down a second.” I cup her shoulders and hold her out at arm’s length.Words first, kiss later.
“Hmm?” she moans, her eyes glassy and hooded. I love how soft and compliant she gets when I kiss her. I take a deep, shaky breath, and she straightens up and swallows.
“I want to tell you something, but I want to give you fair warning because I’m pretty sure when I say it, your gut instinct will tell you to run.”
She wriggles loose and takes a few steps back, resting her bottom on the edge of her desk.No, too far away.Her fingers grip the wood and I need to move fast. I didn’t mean to scare her. She’s probably thinking the worst, but she presses her lips together then lets her mouth pull into a wide smile.
“Come here,” she pushes some papers aside and hops up onto the surface.
“I will,” I say, locking the door behind me. She’s going to run, I’m sure of it, but I have to tell her. “I just need a second.”
“I love you too, Rob.”
I never used to understand what people meant when they said they had butterflies in their stomach, but I get it now. This fluttering might bring me to my knees. “What?”
“That’s what you brought me in here to say, right? So I’m saying it back. I love you too.”
“You can’t say it back. I haven’t said it yet.”
“Go on then,” she holds her arms out wide and shrugs. “I’m not running.”
And she’s really not. She’s right here in front of me, smiling, open-hearted, and asking me to love her back. The angry, neglected little girl I first met is still in there somewhere, but now her inner child is held, she is loved, and she is reminded every day that I want her in my life. Not just want,need.
I’m a better man, because of her. If it wasn’t for Hattie, I’d never have peeled back my own layers of bullshit and sorted myself out. I thought I was happy before, free and single, but the man I was back then had no idea what true happiness was.
We still see our separate therapists, but every two weeks we’ve been seeing one together. It was Hattie’s suggestion, but I was very willing to agree. This may be the first serious relationship either of us has been in, but I bet it’s the healthiest one on the planet. As a bonus, the sex we have after those sessions is out of this world. Raw, intense, deep, and emotional. Sometimes she cries, fuck, sometimesIcry, as we rip ourselves apart and put each other back together again.
In my living room, once considered sparse and boring by Hattie, there is a picture of us on the wall. Next to it, a framed copy of the poem she read at Luke and Kara’s wedding. Those beautiful words, about being in each other’s clay, that’s how she makes me feel every day that we grow together. There may be a few candles scattered around the place too, but who am I to deny the woman of my dreams her obsession.
“I love you, Hattie,” I say, closing the space between us. “I love you so fucking much.”
Now that I’m standing here in front of her saying it to her face, I’m not sure it’s enough. How can three small words possibly convey the depth of what I feel for her.
“You’re not scared?” she asks, those beautiful wide eyes looking up at me filled with so much life.
“Of course I am, look, feel.” I press her hand to my heart, which was already racing thinking I’d have to throw her over my shoulder to keep her from running away. “But being with you is the best scary thing I’ve ever done.”
She rests her palm there for a second, then coasts it down my stomach, not stopping until she reaches my belt buckle. Her nimble fingers make quick work of it.
“Hey, Rob…”
“Yes, angel?
“I bet you can’t make me come before midnight.”
Hattie
“Get that fucking skirt up, now,” he growls.
I don’t need to be told twice. I love everything about this man, but nothing does it for me more than when he bosses me around. Lifting my hips, I move to wiggle my underwear down, but Rob shoves my legs apart and crowds between them.
