She nods frantically. “Okay.”
“Don’t try to analyze me. I am who I am, and we’re not healing some deep fucking trauma of mine tonight orever.”
She nods again, this time keeping her lips sealed.
More than ever, I wonder what her kiss tastes like. Can’t kiss a sleeping girl, even if she’s pliant under the hand of drugs.
I swat the thought away, knowing she’d fight me tooth and nail if I tried.
Rejection isn’t something I handle well.
Knowing that has me returning to my side of the bed, lying on my back in the tense silence I’ve created.
“I’m sorry,” Greer whispers, and I close my eyes.
The frustration of her has me on edge. I had no plan when I took her. I was overcome by the audacity she had to show her ass to the detectives. Then, she ran from me.
I couldn’t stand for it.
Now that she’s here, I’m floundering.
When I think she’s going to duck, she punches, throwing me off.
As if she knows I’m spiralling, she grabs my hand. I think she’s going to hold it, but she proves my point by placing it on her bare pussy.
Fuck, how long has she been naked?
“Greer,” I warn as she begins moving my hand over her cleft.
“If this is my fate, I’m done fighting it.”
Her words are pretty, but just like her, they’re poison. If I give in, she knows she has some control over me, and I can’t give her that.
But touching her when she’s alert and willing is something I could quickly become hooked on.
Last night has been the only thing I could think about all fucking day.
Pressing the back of my middle finger, she curls the tip into her entrance. Her moan when it doesn’t sink inside is full of frustration.
“What’s wrong, stalker? Don’t like when I’m willing?”
“No.” I rip my hand from her. “I don’t like being controlled.”
The air in the room grows thicker by the second. I’m seething, and I’m so fucking hard.
Throbbing.
Aching.
For her.
Always her.
I hear her sniffle at my rejection, and I hate it so much. Each subsequent sniffle has me wanting to burn cities and topple mountains.
Still at war with myself, I roll over her, dragging my mouth over her sternum, testing.
She arches slightly as my lips tease down her belly, her hand slipping into my hair.
