"Amelia would never be with a guy like you," Beckett informs me.
"Well, I guess her tastes have changed. Amelia likes being with a faithful man she doesn't have to fake orgasms with."
The hit blows through him like a bullet straight into his lungs. He actually stops breathing.
"You're fucking lying," Beckett seethes.
And this is where I should have walked away, but I don't. I hate that he's still dictating what she should and shouldn't be doing. He had his chance and he blew it.
"I know you're unfamiliar with the sounds she makes when she climaxes, but I'll tell you this: It's addicting. I don't know what I love more, how Amelia tastes or the way she begs me to—"
Beckett's fist soars through the air but manages to miss me completely as I step back. He has to readjust his stance, no doubt waiting for my retaliation.
Everyone around us is watching. Instead of forming a circle around the controversy like in high school, they get their phones ready in case this turns violent so we can go viral.
"Don't make me re-break your nose," I threaten him quietly. "Go find Scarlet and have her take you home."
"You're a piece of shit!"
"And you're a fucking idiot! You had the best woman any man could have asked for. Beautiful, witty—a smart-ass at times—but loyal and kind. You let her go. So let…her…go."
I walk away, not the least bit worried he may charge me from behind. He's the kind of pussy who wouldn't have the guts even with the element of surprise.
IfIdidn'tseeit with my own eyes, I would assume my ears were betraying me.
Theo called me loyal, kind, and beautiful. All words I've never heard from his mouth.
I was still processing our kiss in the bathroom, but this? I'll even accept the smart-ass comment. Wow. He doesn't know I heard him, so when we walk to the car, I'm floating in a haze.
Sure, Theo complimented my outfit choice for the night. Said I looked "hot," but what he told Beckett was more than just an observation of my appearance. It's as if he peered inside me and realized I'm more than a pretty face. He's confirmed all the doubts I had in my head that maybe I wasn't good enough for Beckett. He made it sound like I'm too good foranyman.
When we get to the Mustang, Theo doesn't suspect a thing. And why would he? He has no clue I overheard him. Has no clue I'm flooded with arousal after hearing him defend me.
That wasn't included in our fake script. That was genuine. And I can't help but feel heat traveling through every vein in my body.
When Theo shuts his door and is settled in the driver's seat,obviouslyI pounce on him.
His gorgeous face is between my hands, and I'm kissing his lips with such savagery I startle him. He doesn't reciprocate, instead placing his hands over mine.
"Amelia?"
"I'm sorry, I know we said no kissing—"
"Ah, fuck it."
He grabs a fistful of my hair and brings my face back to his. This time, he matches my desire; might even exceed it. He's felt and tasted plenty of me, and despite overstepping appropriate boundaries, it's my turn.
I want to savor him. I want to feel his lips on mine for as long as I can stand it, because I don't think we'll be doing this again. It's going to complicate things. But this lapse in judgment is all I crave.
The way he's kissing me implies so much more. He wants to taste me, breathe me in, devour me.
I've been wanting this more than I realized.
His tongue swirls against mine, and I've never witnessed such passion before. This is the type of kiss people talk about, when your entire body feels it, that urgent, possessive, powerful awareness. Maybe it's our hate that's fueling this flame, but it's burning deep within me, and I sense he's experiencing the same heat.
My hand cups the front of his pants, an impressive bulge surprising me. I'm sure my boldness is a shock for him, too.
"Didn't know kissing was such a turn-on for you," I whimper between breaths, unable to let my joke go unsaid.
