“Hey there,” I said, coming up beside her. “Where did your bodyguard go?”
She let out a huff. “She isn’t my bodyguard.”
“Could have fooled me. She hasn’t been away from you once tonight until now.”
“What are you doing? Stalking me?”
“Like most girls, you wish I was stalking you.” I chuckled.
Aurora shook her head and looked around the room. “What does it matter to you where she went?” she asked, locking her eyes with mine.
My eyes fell to her full lips, and all I wanted to do was bend down and take her mouth. I wanted to hear her moan again; I wanted to watch as her eyes looked up at me while I was buried inside of her.
She looked at me, but neither of us said anything.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she questioned.
“Like what?”
“Like you could eat me?”
I chuckled. “Because I could. Actually, wait, I have.” I winked.
Her cheeks flamed red, a frown settling on her face.
“Dylan, you can’t talk to me that way.”
“Actually, I can. If these people weren’t surrounding us, I’d do more to you than just talk to you that way.”
“You’re impossible.”
She was damn cute when she got flustered.
“No, I’m not. I’m speaking nothing but the truth.”
She glared at me. “Just let it go already. I told you, it was a one-time thing.”
“A one-time thing you are praying repeats itself.” I winked and dropped my hand so my fingers could rub against the side of her thigh.
“I will not tell you again. Don’t,” she gritted.
It was as if she’d thrown down a challenge, and there was no way I was backing down. She didn’t know who she was playing with.
“Or what?” I asked, leaning into her.
She turned away and left the room. I quickly followed behind. I mean, she must want me to follow her, right? She made her way toward the kitchen and then turned down the hall. I figured she was going to duck into the washroom, but she continued down the hall and made her way into the room at the end, so I followed.
I was just about to the door when she slammed it closed. I gave it a second and then opened it, stepping inside.
“Get out of here,” she gritted.
“No. My house, remember?”
“God, you are so full of yourself.”
I approached her, her eyes following my every move. “You don’t mean that,” I said.
“I do. I also meant it when I said what happened between us in Mexico was a one-time thing.”
