It wasn’t even impulse that made her wrap herself around him.It was more than that; it was primal instinct.Her legs circled his still pumping hips and her arms held him tight.She squeezed her internal muscles, holding him there, too.
“Christ.Roxie!”His head snapped back, and his hips jerked forward.
Then he was coming.
The feel of his hot essence spurting inside her made Roxie come all over again.Closing her eyes, she clung to the sensation.The pleasure.The sense of being one.
In the aftermath, the room felt heavy.Emotion had clogged the place before, but now it was pushing at the corners.The remaining daylight outside wouldn’t let her hide, so Roxie tucked her face into Billy’s neck.Deliberately, she made her mind go blank.
But niggling thoughts started poking for a way in.
Billy said nothing.He was still as he lie atop her, one hand wrapped around her hip and the other tangled in her hair.His breaths were ragged, and his body radiated heat.
She clung to him, to the moment, but the real world was pushing back in.She refused to regret what she’d done, and she didn’t want to make him feel bad.
Yet eventually, she wiggled her hips.
“No.”His voice was firm in her ear.
She didn’t want to fight about it.Digging in her heels, she tried to slide upward on the mattress.
As heavy as he was, that was a no-go.
It went from difficult to impossible when he flexed his muscles, adding his strength to his weight.He pinned her on the bed and looked into her eyes.Their noses brushed as his green gaze bore into hers.
“Not this time.”
Roxie didn’t want to get into this, not now.She’d gone through enough emotional upheaval today.He’d just helped her through what she’d thought was the worst of it.
The stubborn look on his face became clouded with hurt.“Why do you always push me away?”
She pressed her lips together.
And then he pissed her off by rocking his hips, thrusting even with his softened erection.
She slid the hands that had been holding him so possessively up to his shoulders and pushed.“Because it’s probably for the best.”
Chapter Twelve
His eyes narrowed at her tone.“What the hell does that mean?
“I don’t know,” she said flatly.“You tell me.”
“How would I know?”
Roxie tried to shift underneath him.“I don’t want to get into this.”
“I do.”Billy braced himself over her on both arms.They were eye-to-eye, face-to-face, and most importantly, still intimately connected.She felt the tension that snapped through his body and heard the way his breaths changed.
The other shoe was dropping, and there was nothing she could do about it.
“Those words are your fallback.It’s how you justify everything.”
His forehead wrinkled.“Like what?”
“Like when that kid stole my money.”
His eyes widened.“Jesus.Are we going all the way back to that?Roxie, he pulled a knife on you.”
