And, soon, because being close to Lyons did strange things to her insides. Her nipples had tightened, and her entire being was painfully aware of the man hovering over her.
“You don’t need to prove anything.” His timbre flowed through her in a smooth, hypnotic rhythm. “You’re perfect just the way you are.”
Her mind slipped because, for the briefest moment, she imagined the impossible, but then she shook her head to dispel those thoughts. “I don’t need to prove anything, but I do need to get laid. Scott’s not holding me back…not anymore.”
“Wait! What?” He shifted to gape at her. “What do you mean?” His lungs heaved with the clipped tone of his voice.
“If Scott has found his new fuck toy, I’m going to find mine.”
“T!” Lyons gripped her arms. “You’re out of your damn mind.”
She pressed her palms against his chest and pushed him away. Her decision was made. “I am. I’m going to—”
“Do what?” His expression paled, making her insides knot with indecision. “What exactly are you going to do?”
“Nothing you aren’t planning on doing yourself.” Her muscles tensed with the bunching of his muscular frame.
“What do you think I plan on doing?” Fury filled his features, and her legs felt weak under the gravity of his gaze.
“I know you. New base, fresh meat. You’re going to find some nameless fuck. Why judge me for doing what you do without a thought? It’s no different.”
“What the hell kind of person do you think I am?” His eyes clouded, and he dug his fingers into her arms.
“Come on,” she countered, surprised at the anger building inside. Her pulse went ballistic, and her blood buzzed in her veins like an angry swarm of bees.Who the hell was he to judge her actions?“Every time we come here, you find a way to sweet-talk some unsuspecting airman into your bed. Why should the rules be any different for me?”
“Because,” he said, “this isn’t you.”
“You have no idea who I am.” Or what she was capable of. All she wanted was to lose herself in a mindless fuck. “Thank you for sitting with me. I appreciate it, but I don’t need you to babysit me. Despite what you think, I can take care of myself.”
“Never said you couldn’t.” His voice boomed through the oppressive heat. “Just saying, don’t go off half-cocked.”
She laughed. “That’s exactly what I plan on doing, Lyons. I’m getting me a little bit of cock. Stop treating me like your little sister. It’s overkill and frankly more than a little annoying.”
His features pinched. “Don’t be an ass, T. It doesn’t suit you. And, for the record, the last thing I think when I look at you is you being my little sister.” He swept his arm wide. “You know what? Go ahead. Head out there. Find a guy. Find two. Fuck them all. But don’t come back, complaining about how you made a mistake, feel like shit, or trashed your career.”
“I’m not—” Her voice tightened, but he wouldn’t let her finish her thought.
“Yes, yes, you are. You do this, and you’ll regret it forever.” His powerful shoulders bunched, and his lips pressed into a thin, merciless line of disapproval.
“The only thing I regret is discussing my sex life with you.” She tried to sound indifferent, but that entire statement was a complete lie.
He shifted closer, and his fingers went to her neck. She gasped as his grip tightened and shuddered at the growl in his voice.
“I’m telling you, this is a stupid move.” He leaned in, pressing his hard body against hers.
His breath fanned over her cheeks, and she stared up into the darkening shadows of his eyes. The artery in his neck hammered, and his lips floated over hers, close and yet still too far for the kiss she thought he might give. A kiss she very much wanted to explore.
“It’s a dick move.” His head slanted, and his fingers tightened.
She licked her lips and parted them. His entire body tensed. Then, in one move, he released her throat and stumbled back.
“Shit, T, that’s saying something, considering…”
“Yeah, right.” She rubbed her arms and stared at the ground, unable to meet his gaze. She didn’t know if she’d find lust or disgust in his expression, but right now, she couldn’t face either. “I get it, Lyons. I get it every day. You never let me forget I’m not good enough or strong enough. Your disapproval is a constant presence, but I work my ass off to earn my place. Not once have I ever let them or you down.”
Except she felt that was exactly what was happening now. What did he expect? Did he expect her to live like a nun? Double standards were wrong for a reason.
His shoulders slumped. “If that’s what you want to turn this into, then go for it, but I never once said you weren’t capable of doing your job. You can’t put that on my shoulders. If you’re going to fuck up your career, at least use a little protection.” He rummaged in his pocket and tossed a foil packet. The condom wrapper bounced off her chest and fell to the ground.
