“What’s going through that head of yours?” Bryce says, studying my expression. His edge has dulled a little, but is still sharp enough to hurt if I try to get too close.
“Just wondering if you have a girlfriend.” I aim for nonchalance, but my voice breaks a little at the end, which, thankfully, he doesn’t seem to notice.
His eyebrows snap into a dark scowl. “If I did, I wouldn’t have fucked you. Unlike some people,Idon’t cheat.” He sounds insulted.
I look away briefly as the familiar ache burns in my heart. “And if you meet somebody you like while we’re doing this…?”
“Then I guess we’ll have to put this on hold, then resume after I break up.”
I gasp. The sheerpresumption. “I can’t be your eternal fucktoy. I might not want to live in L.A. for that long.”
“Perhaps you should focus on satisfying me three hundred times, then.”
“Two hundred and ninety-nine!” I glare at him.
He laughs mockingly. “You better keep an accurate account. If you mess up, who knows what’ll happen.”
“You—”
He dips his face to kiss me and shut me up.
I quickly turn my head. His lips brush my cheek. I shiver.So close.“No kissing on the mouth.” My tone is flat and firm, brooks no debate, but of course a highly trained lawyer like Bryce wants to argue.
“Ridiculous. You still have my cock inside you and you can’t bear to kiss?”
Right on cue, his penis twitches. I flush at the sensation, which is much more delicious than I’d like.
“What kind of game are you playing now?” he demands.
“Not a game. It’s one thing for you to stick your dick in me, another for you to kiss me on the mouth. It’s far too intimate and affectionate.” He’ll never kiss me like he used to—with all his affection and care, like I’m the world’s greatest treasure. My heart might just break, and I don’t want to show any more vulnerability. I’m scared he’ll use it against me. “Plus, you don’t deserve it.”
Rage flares in his eyes. “I’lldecide what I deserve.” He grips my hair and tries to kiss me again.
“I’m not consenting to the kiss. Are you going to force me?”
He stops, then scrutinizes my face—one heartbeat…two… “Are you telling me if I kiss you, it’ll be rape?” He’s so close, his breath tickles my cheek.
I nod jerkily.
He stares at me like I just told him clouds are made of ice cream. Finally, he pulls back and laughs. The sound is unpleasant—nasty, even. “How ludicrous. Fucking you any way I want isn’t rape, but kissing you on the mouth is?”
I stay stubbornly silent.
“Fine. We’ll have it your way.”
Chapter Twelve
Bryce
Hot water sluices down my suds-covered body, washing away every hint of Fiona on me. Her scent disappears, replaced by the mint and sandalwood of the soap. Foam swirls down the drain—like what happened to our college relationship, when I was more innocent and naïve.
When I believed she might be the one.
I thought if I sated my sexual frustration and erased every trace of her from my skin, I’d feel liberated. No more thinking of her. No more getting erect at inopportune times. Instead, all I can do is remember how amazing it felt to be back inside her.
Damn it. I shove my wet hair out of my face in frustration and cut off the shower. Sex with Fiona hasn’t done a thing to quell the annoying restlessness that’s been plaguing me. No, that’s not quite right. The satisfaction was there when she came around my cock twice, and I lost my mind with pleasure. I hate to admit it, but I’ve never felt as good with any other woman.
But then she had to ruin it by acting like kissing on the mouth was equivalent to rape, then looking at me like I’d smashed her heart.
