And I want to fuck her.
She’d let me. I could strip her naked on this pile of pillows and blankets, fuck her with fingers and tongue and dick. But the night wouldn’t end the way I want—she’d either kick me out before she went to bed or I’d find myself alone in the morning again, her apartment or not.
“That’s not what tonight is about.”
Worry creeps into her expression, but her words are light. “Okay, you can table your obsession and try your hand at making me come instead.”
My cock goes even harder.
Fucking hell, this woman will be the death of me.
“Or,” I say slowly, “you can tell me where you learned such big words.”
She laughs.
“Either that or fill me in on these”—I jut my chin toward the TV, where the show has been playing even though neither of us are really paying it much mind—“characters and why they think finding a third so they can form a throuple, when their relationship is pretty much in tatters without the complication of adding a third person, is a good thing.”
“Because they want to up their OnlyFans subscribers.” A shrug. “Either that or they’re truly delusional. It really could go either way.”
I grin. “And the big words?”
“I went to college, handsome. I thought for a heartbeat that I wanted to be an author. Turns out”—she glances over at me, the edges of her mouth curving up—“I much rather enjoyed reading books than attempting to write them.”
“What do you like to read?” I ask…and it’s too fast, too intense, toointerestedin the answer.
Those emerald eyes hold mine again, seeing that, seeing too much.
Something that’s proven by her answer. “The same thing as everyone else.”
Laughter bubbles up in my chest. “You know that there are about a hundred different genres of books, right?”
“Yes.” She glares. “I was given that lesson at the same place I learned the fancy words.”
“And I noticed you haven’t mentioned the smutty novel I caught you devouring the other day.”
“Inoticed you didn’t mention if you could even read in the first place.”
I tug at a curl. “Always so sassy.”
“Always trying to piss me off.”
“That’s because you’re beautiful all the time, but most especially when you’re pissed.”
Her eyes go wide, plump lips parting in surprise, and I decide to take advantage of her befuddlement this time, leaning close and slanting my mouth over hers.
Sparks instantly.
Heat and desire and…quickly fraying control.
“Come to dinner with me,” I murmur as I pull back, both of our lungs working hard, our breaths mingling.
Soft and melty transforming into cold flecks of emerald in a mere heartbeat.
She pushes at my chest, shifting back at the same time. “I don’t do relationships, remember?”
“Yeah, about that,” I say. “Why not?”
“Because all men are assholes who push and take advantage and who, deep down, hate women so will do anything in their power to subjugate them.”
