Page 80 of Finally Forever
“You weren’t concerned about it getting hacked. We were in hiding.”
“We’re still in hiding.”
“Have you looked at anything from our past on your phone?”
Silence.
“That’d be a no. Why?”
“I wasn’t ready.”
“Are you now?”
“Maybe.”
I turn in his arms, which isn’t easy, considering his death grip on me.
“You can’t keep fucking me and loving me the way you do in bed—and in the shower—and not bother to try to remember your past. You have all our history on that phone. I can’t believe you haven’t even looked once.” I sit up, hot from anger. “I’m giving you every part of me. I’m trying. Why aren’t you?”
His gaze rakes over my breasts, my face, and my wild hair.
“What?” I snap. “Do I look crazy?” I feel a bit unhinged.
“You look sexy as hell when you’re naked and angry.” His eyes blaze like he’s ready to pounce on me.
Knowing me, I’d let him. So I hit him with my pillow.
He laughs.
I hit him again. “This isn’t funny.”
He yanks the pillow from my hand and tosses it on the floor. “Only you can make me horny, angry, and laugh at the same time.”
“Well, I’m all three, too. And before you, I never was.” I climb from the bed.
He grabs me and pulls me back down, pinning me under his muscular body.
I squirm to get free. “Let me up. I’m angry. We can’t fuck.”
“Sure, we can. We’re really good at it.” He rubs his cock between my legs.
The disaster that I am, I moan.
“Ainsley, you are so wet right now.Fuck. You make me crazy for you. Only you. I can’t get enough. Why?” Frustration and desire mix in his deep voice.
“It’s always been like this with us. From the beginning. This is how we are. This is how we love each other. But it’s more. You’re my best friend. My happy place. You’re who I want to share everything with. The good, the bad, all of it.”
His expression turns thoughtful, and he shifts his upper body off me a little bit.
“Are you letting me up?”
A smirk slides across his face. “Not a chance.”
“Then I have a demand.”
“I’m listening.”
“Every time you want to have sex, you have to look at pictures from our past.”
