Page 26 of Another Round
She shivers when I lean closer. My nose nudging her hair out of the way while my lips brush over her ear. A shuddering breath blows against my cheek and fireworks explode across my skin when her hand curls over my opposite shoulder. Steadying herself from me engulfing her.
“He’s n-nice. He’s easy to talk to.”
“Of course he is. He wants to fuck you.”
“That’s all you think I am?” My accusation enrages her, and she twists to the side, trying to face me again. Too small to be at eye level she stares up at me with all the bravado she can muster, leveling me with her disgust. Before I got sympathy and compassion. Now I get unadulterated fury. She’s pissed as hell at me. Almost as much as I am at her. “That’s all you think anyone would ever want from me?”
What she lacks in size she makes up for in rage. Shredding me to the core with the pain in her wracked body. The mafia princess in her full glory as she rolls back her shoulders and gives me a hard shove. “Get the fuck off me!”
Fuck that. My hands encircle her wrists, and I diminish my force to ensure I don’t crush the fine bones under my fingers. “I’m not finished talking to you.”
“Well I’m finished with you. I’m tired of being humiliated. Now let me go!”
The agony in her voice slices through me, and I still. Shocked by her allegation. I’m hung over and my damn head’s spinning from booze and lust, but I know I can’t be hearing her right. “I may have fucked up more times than I can count, but I know I’ve never humiliated you.”
Straining against my grip, she keeps fighting for me to release her. Which will never happen. “That’s all you ever do.”
“Trouble, you’re going to have to explain it to me because I’m totally confused.”
Misery surges in me with the loss of her gaze. Unwilling to look at me. Her shoulders drooping as much as her fire fades. “When I held your hand you couldn’t get me off of you fast enough. And when I kissed you, you rolled away. It’s embarrassing that you don’t want me.”
No one has ever been more wrong than her in this moment. “Look down.” She draws in a shaky breath from the huskiness of my voice. From the need in my eyes and my touch and my body. “Look down at my cock and see how much I want you.”
Her forehead brushes my chin, and I breathe deep, relishing the enticing scent of her flowery shampoo with the top of her head near my lips as we stare at my dick bulging in my pants of its own volition. “I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you.”
“Then why do you keep rejecting me?”
“Because I’m an idiot.”
Once again I fuck up and have no choice but to let her go. Instantly, her arms cross over her chest in protection of her wounded heart. She still refuses to look at me. I force her to, sliding my fingers under her chin and lifting her exquisite face to mine. “If things were different I’d make you mine.”
“I want to be yours.”
Fuck. She is killing me. “You know that can’t happen.”
“I don’t care that you’re older than me.” Her dainty fingers curl around my wrists this time. Holding me in place with her touch and her emotion and her veracity. “I really don’t.”
“I know, butIcare. You need to be with a guy your own age.”
“I was with a guy my own age and you tricked me into making him leave.”
I should apologize but I don’t. I won’t. I’m not sorry, and I never will be.
“But I guess since we can’t be together and you want me to be with someone like Josh, then I’m going to give him a call. Maybe we can still meet for drinks tonight and I’ll find out if all he wants from me is to fuck me.”
She twists around and jumps off the seat, striding across the room. Gorgeous long hair whipping over her shoulder with the speed to get out of here. To get away from me. To get to him.
I should let her go. But I can’t. Not when I think about that bastard having what’s mine.
I catch her as her hand clutches the knob and pin her against the door. Trapping her between my body and the wood. One hand slides around her delicate throat while the other lifts up the hem of her dress. Skimming my fingertips from her thigh to her arse and sliding around to her belly that quivers under my touch. “Are you trying to make me jealous?”
“Is it working?”
Fucking sexy as hell with her baiting me. Her breath hitches when I drop lower. Brushing the satin edge of her knickers with my thumb and cupping her hip bone to push her back into my erection. “What do you think?”
“I think I’ve madeyoumine.”
Beyond magnificent with her certainty as well as her accuracy of owning me. “Trouble, I’ve been yours since I saw you through the window.” A gentle squeeze to her neck makes her gasp and shove backward against my thighs. “Are you wet for me?”
