“Won’t do it again," he added in that silky voice that wasn’t accustomed to apologies.
“I think you’ve said that before.”
The same sound made its way out of him. “Babe, I’ll try my best as long as you don’t lie to me again.”
His damn honesty got me every single time. I sighed a little more exaggerated than what was necessary, remembering the callous tone he’d used."You sounded like you hated me," I admitted, pushing my face deeper into the sofa back.
Dex's hand reached up to pull me back, tipping my face over to see his. His gaze was strong, intent. "Don't ever think that. I might get pissed and I might take shit out on you but that—never. Never fuckin' ever, you hear me?"
His face was solemn and honest. Truth stamped onto the lines of his lips and the placement of his eyelids.
"I looked all over the city for you, Ritz. You think I'd do that for anybody else?"
Him? No. No way. And the reality of that made me happier than it probably should.
The sheer emotion that I felt from Dex, the worry, the need, the repent, was so foreign. And I was so broken in tiny ways that it made me feel small, more needy than I liked. I still didn’t understand this, understand him, but maybe I never would.
“Hey...what happened to your face?”
A low little growl curled its way through his throat. Ahh, hell. It was probably something related to me. “Let’s just say somebody else thought they could get away with sayin’ the same type of shit you do.”
It was my whole ‘go fuck yourself’ spiel. I knew it. “Was it one of the club members?”
His answer was another tiny warning growl.
Yup, it’d been someone in the room with us. Oh well. If Dex thought I was going to change my mind and apologize for saying that to him, he had another thing coming.
"We good?" he whispered into my neck.
"Yeah." I nodded. "We're good."
"Good. Good." His hips moved restlessly behind me, tipping forward in a jerky motion that felt like he was trying to get situated on the couch better.
Only the issue was that we didn't fit. It was too narrow even when we were on our sides. So it came to no surprise when he didn't stop squirming.
"I don't think this is gonna work, Ritz," he finally said after what felt like a shimmy against my butt that drove me face-first into the cushion.
I groaned my response.
He grunted, then he shifted, then he grunted again. "Fuck, this sucks."
With a frustrated huff, the heat of his body disappeared before I felt his fingers sneak into my armpits and pull me back. "C'mon."
"What?" I asked him as he kept pulling, dragging me off the couch. I planted my feet on the floor and pushed up to standing.
"My bed."
My joints locked. "Umm..." Laying down on the couch had seemed okay, but laying on the bed seemed like a whole different league.
And he knew it because he rolled his eyes and tagged my hand with his. "Babe, quit thinkin' about it."
"Ah...."
Dex threadedhis fingers through mine, pulling me. "What's botherin' you?"
How about everything? Lying in bed with a shirtless Dex? The way my ovaries had been overheating lately? Holy crap. It wasn't like I could tell him that. It'd be like throwing chum into shark-infested water.
"I've never—" I gulped.
