“I don’t know, gives good leg action,” I mumble so only April can hear.
“Can I go watch TV?” Hadley is already swinging her legs off the stool.
“Sure. Take your snack with you,” I suggest.
The moment Hadley turns her back to us, April’s smile fades, and she points at me.
“You. Laundry room. Now.” Her words sound seething.
Yet I follow her willingly, watching her feisty march and sway. When we get to the laundry room, she closes the door behind me, and she jabs her finger into my chest, sending a bolt of electricity down my spine.
“You’re mocking me,” she begins.
“What? Me?” I play coy.
“Yeah, you. You’re taking my words from yesterday and mocking me. You didn’t really want to get me flowers, you just wanted to prove a point,” she loudly whispers, because she doesn’t want Hadley to hear.
I swipe a hand across my jaw. “And? So what if I did? You get roses out of it.”
“I now want to pull every petal off its stem to work out my absolute exasperation with you.” Her hands come up in the air, as if she wants to throttle something.
“Exasperating?”
How am I the issue?
I step closer. “Heaven forbid you actually say thank you for the roses.”
“No. To you? Absolutely not.” She stares at me blankly before stepping closer. “You are the most confusing human on the planet.”
“How so?” I’m slightly offended.
“You have no manners,” she declares, with her hands gesturing with her words.
“Do explain.”
She hisses, “Mocking me with flowers, going down on me last night. I mean, who does that? You didn’t even kiss me.”
And here I am in yet another predicament with this woman. Because around her she makes my control come undone. She makes my head spin when she opens her mouth, that I instantly find so incredibly sexy.
That mouth.
That fucking gorgeous mouth. It taunts me when she speaks and makes me go feral when it’s shut.
She weakens me in a way that no man enjoys because it means she potentially has the power to wrap me around her little finger that is currently jabbing my shoulder.
“You’re pissed that I didn’t kiss your mouth?” I’m in awe that making her come on my tongue wasn’t enough. I’m slightly offended too, as I thought my skills were way above exceptional. “That’s what has you in a tantrum?”
“No.” I swear a sound dings. It's a horrible lie.
Does this woman ever drop her defense? Wait, she has. A lot. And around me. First that night with the video, again when we watched it, and last night by the pool.
April just needs to be prodded like a bear and fucked like she could be everything.
In a snap decision, I grab her face, cradling her head with her chin in the palm of my hand.
“God damn it, April,” I husk. I hear thick want in my voice, and I wonder if she notices. I feel a throbbing sensation in my chest, and her eyes have me lost in a daze similar to last night.
This keeps happening.
