Page 204 of Things We Left Behind
“I’m surprised you didn’t bring your parade of women out with you tonight.”
“Jealous?” I asked, hoping.
“You’re the one who cornered me outside the bathroom while I’m on a date with a sweet, smart,hotguy who is excited about starting a family, Lucifer.”
“Come over tonight,” I said, hating myself even as I said the words.
“Gee, I can’t. I’m busy having the case of whiplash you caused,” she snapped.
“Now you’re being dramatic.”
If fire could explode from a woman’s eyeballs and incinerate a man, I would have been nothing more than a pile of ashes.
“Do you really not get it? We had sex. You decided to stop having sex with me. The end.”
There was never going to be an end to us. “It was more than sex, Sloane. We’ve always been more.”
“Yeah? Well, even if weweremore at one point, you not only walked away, you pushed me away, burnt the bridge, and ran like hell. But that doesn’t matter.”
“I beg to differ.”
“Ugh. Still annoying as hell, I see. Get this through your mercurial head, Lucifer. I want a husband, a family, a man I can count on to be there, especially when things get tough. I’m not ever going to settle for someone who runs just when things are getting good.”
“You admit they were good.” I held on to that with both hands like it was a lifeline.
“You’re an idiot.”
“You drive me insane. I don’t want to be with you, but all you have to do is walk into a room and I can’t help myself. I didn’t want to talk to you. I didn’t want to hunt you down and force you to look at me just so I can get close enough to see the green smudge in your left eye. I sure as hell didn’t want to beg you to leave your date so you could come home with me tonight.”
There was fire blazing in Sloane’s eyes now. I just wanted to touch her, to let that fire burn me. “You arrogant pain in my ass,” she hissed. “He’s anice guy. I’m sure your incredibly good-looking astronaut is nice too. You wanted our sexcapades to be over, so you ended them. You don’t get to whine to me about your choices.”
I couldn’t help myself. My hands found her hips and I buried my face in her hair, breathing in the familiar smell ofher shampoo. She let out a breathy moan that drove me mad and relaxed infinitesimally against me. I could feel her resolve melting. The physical attraction was too much for either one of us to deny, and I wasn’t above using it to my advantage.
I’d been hard since the second she walked in, but now my cock turned to stone. Pressing my luck, I thrust against her, letting her feel my erection. “It wasn’t a mistake. We’re no good for each other.”
Her breath was coming faster now, and the hard outlines of her nipples under her dress made my mouth water.
“Agreed,” she breathed.
“I missed touching you,” I said, pressing my mouth to her neck. If she did go back to her date, I wanted my mark on her. It was an asinine, caveman-like desire. I let one hand trail over her shoulder to her breast. She gasped when I cupped it, kneading the flesh until I could feel the hard point of her nipple against my palm.
“Lucian.”
My name from those red lips had me losing my fucking mind. This was another mistake in a long line of them where Sloane Walton was concerned. I shouldn’t have gotten so close. I couldn’t control myself when I was this close to her.
“Let me touch you. Let me taste you,” I whispered, thrusting against her again.
“Ugh! No.” She growled the word even as her hand shot out to cup my erection.
I was so close to release I didn’t dare draw a breath.
“Goddammit, Lucian,” she muttered. “I can’t believe I almost let you do this again. Do you have industrial-strength pheromones or something? God. I really hate you. You suck.”
“I hate to point this out given the situation, butyourhand is onmydick, Pixie. And if you move a muscle or take a deep breath or even make eye contact with me, I’m going to come.”
I realized the mistake a second too late.
Because she didn’t take her hand off my cock. No, the woman deliberately licked her bottom lip, shoved my handinto the top of her dress, and then gave my dick one hard jerk.
