Page 51 of Property of Tacoma
Something flickers in her eyes—disappointment, maybe—but she nods. "Right."
"And tomorrow," I add, pressing a kiss to her lips. "If you want."
Her lips curve into a genuine smile. "I want."
Relief floods through me, and I capture her mouth in another kiss, this one deep and thorough, a promise of things to come.
"Good," I murmur against her lips. "Because I'm not nearly done with you yet."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
His lips are still pressed against mine, the words hanging between us.
“Because I’m not nearly done with you yet.”
Heat spirals through me at his tone—all deep command and raw promise.
But when his hand slips between my thighs, I grab his wrist, stopping him.
Suddenly, I feel exposed in a way that has nothing to do with my nakedness.
What am I doing here? In his bed? In his house?
My mind races back to that blonde who showed up at the compound earlier.
Melanie.
The way she called him “baby” with such familiarity.
The hurt in her eyes when he dismissed her.
Am I just another notch on his belt?
A warm body to pass the time with?
The thought makes my stomach twist.
I’ve been here before—thinking I was special, only to discover I was just convenient. Zane made me believe that he loved me. That I was the only one.
God, I’m no better than the whore he knocked up.
The other woman.
The side piece.
I can’t do this again. I won’t.
“Is Melanie your girlfriend?” I blurt out, bracing myself for the answer I expect.
Tacoma chuckles, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners as his lips curve into a smirk. “Jealous?”
That one word hits me like a slap.
My cheeks burn with embarrassment and anger.
“Fuck this,” I mutter, throwing his hand off my body and scrambling out of the bed. I spot my panties on the floor and grab them, fumbling to pull them on. “I’m not doing this again.”
“Whoa, whoa.” Tacoma jumps out of bed and catches my arm, his grip firm but gentle. “Angel, wait.”
