But I didn’t care.
His hand slid into my hair, and he brought his face close to mine. “Baby.”
I closed my eyes when I heard him say that word, felt his entire presence surround me, protect me.
“Believe me or don’t believe me…”
I opened my eyes.
“But I don’t even look at anyone else…only you.”
Five
Heath
With her back against my mattress, I was between her legs, my arms behind her knees and keeping her legs apart. I rocked my hips and moved deep inside her, feeling her tight cunt squeeze me with a strength that contradicted her size. “Does a man fuck a woman like this if he wants someone else?” Her apology wasn’t enough. I was still pissed, furious, that a week of my life had passed without her in it because she took so fucking long.
Her hands cupped my neck, her fingers gliding to my cheeks.
“Answer me.”
“No…” She breathed with me, moaned with me, pulled me close like she never wanted to let me go. She’d lost her shit when she saw that message, going back in time like I was trying to kidnap her next to her car. Emotional, fiery, crazy…she lost all sense of reality. And that was all because of me.
“Apologize to me.” I rocked into her hard, smacking the headboard against the wall, driving my dick deep inside her to claim her.
She gripped my biceps and dug her nails into my flesh, her tits rocking up and down as I rammed into her. Her lips parted, and she breathed through the explosive pleasure between her legs.
“Now.” I wasn’t going to let this go easily. I was the kind of man that held grudges—her brother could attest to that.
“I’m sorry…” She spoke against my mouth, one hand cupping my face, her eyes filled with emotional desire. “Babe, I’m sorry.” She didn’t call me that often, but when she did, it wrapped around me like a collar, like she claimed me in a whole new way.
I slowed down, loving the way she looked, loving the way her hair was all over the place, the way her green eyes were filled with so much, overflowing with thoughts and emotions. She’d stood in front of me and confessed how much I meant to her, that the mere idea of me wanting someone else drove her crazy.
I loved to drive her crazy.
I brought our faces together and thrust inside her slowly, my eyes locked on hers so we could enjoy the steady movement of our bodies. I was still pissed, but when I looked into those green eyes, it was easy to forget her error, easy to forget her tantrum. “You better be.”
She was timid around me for a few days, as if she was embarrassed about the entire thing.
She should be.
I stepped out of the shower and tossed my towel into the hamper in my closet.
She was in bed, scrolling through her phone, buck naked on the sheets because we’d spent the afternoon fucking. When she heard the sound of the towel fall, she lifted her gaze and looked at me, her eyes roaming over my hard body, like she hadn’t just gotten my dick for the last few hours. Come seeped from her entrance at that very moment.
I pulled on a new pair of boxers and got into bed beside her.
Now that I was back, her phone was forgotten, and she turned all her attention on me. Her hand moved to my hard stomach as she lay close to me, her hair pulled back from her face, her chin perfectly curved up and away from her neck like a movie director did it that way on purpose. She hadn’t put on her makeup, but she was so stunning that way, her olive-toned skin infused with a single freckle.
I’d been with a lot of beautiful women in my lifetime…but none like her.
Her fingers gently stroked my abs, her eyes watching her movements before she looked at me again. Her usual fire was gone. Now she looked slightly uncomfortable, like she didn’t know how to behave around me.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Her tantrum the other day had only made me want her more, made our passion escalate through the roof. In the moment, I was pissed she would think so little of me, but once I walked away, I realized it had nothing to do with my character. She was just so into me, so possessive of me, that she couldn’t control her emotions. It was hot.
She lifted her gaze and looked into my eyes, her fingers stopping. “I know…”
Now I wanted her more than I had before, because being with a woman who was so sprung on me was sexy. Well, not just any woman, but this woman. She wasn’t going to walk away from me anytime soon. I had her wrapped around my finger—nice and tight.
She grabbed her phone again and looked at the time. “I’ve got to go.” She started to sit up.
I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. “Go where? You still have a lot of making up to do.” A week without sex was insufferable. I went from having the best sex of my life on a nightly basis to being alone, to jerking off to the sight of her panties that she’d left behind. I didn’t even like jerking off in the first place. Why would I use my hand when I could have real pussy? “A lot more apologies to make.”
She stopped resisting me, letting me hold her wrist all I wanted, but a few months ago, she would have stabbed her fingers into my eyes to get free. “I know, but I have to work.” She seemed genuinely sad to leave me, like she wanted to stay there with me forever, like this week apart had been just as difficult for her. “I’ve got bills to pay.”
“I can pay all your bills.” The only time I gave a woman money was for sex, but I offered her everything I had for no real reason at all.
She rolled her eyes like she thought I was joking. “I love my job. I mean, I wish I didn’t have to go tonight, but…it’s fine.”
“What would happen if you didn’t?”
“My understudy would perform.”
“Has that ever happened?”
“No. I always show up. No matter what.”
“Well, good to know you have a replacement if I ever decide to tie you up.” She probably thought I was joking, but I definitely wasn’t. I got out of bed and pulled on my sweatpants so I could walk her to her car in the garage.
She got dressed too, pulling on the outfit she’d worn when she showed up last night. She didn’t bring a bag with her, probably because she had no idea where our conversation would go. She was afraid I’d already moved on with another woman.
Who? Who could possibly follow her?
I walked with her downstairs and into the underground garage, where I had my truck and other vehicles. She pressed the button on her keys to unlock her car, but before she opened the door to get inside, she turned to me, her eyes still somber.
“Don’t look at me like that.” I cupped her face with both of my palms, bringing her face close to mine. My fingers moved under the fall of her hair, cradling her close as I looked into those gorgeous eyes.
“I was so afraid of what I would see when I walked in there the other day…”
She knew how she felt about me, but she clearly had no clue how I felt about her. Maybe she wasn’t as smart as I gave her credit for. “No.”
She closed her eyes.
“We’re gonna fight—a lot. Doesn’t mean anything.”
She opened her eyes again.