“She disappeared pretty quickly.”
I leaned against the counter, arms folded.
“I’m not like them, you know.”
His eyebrow lifted. “Like who?”
“Your little ex-girlfriends.”
Ares chuckled quietly. “You not built like them.”
The words hit me wrong.
My posture stiffened immediately.
“Excuse me?”
He noticed it too. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Sounded like it.”
He set the glass down and stepped closer. “What I meant,” he said calmly, “is I wouldn’t put you in the position they were in.”
My irritation didn’t disappear.
“They were just entertainment.”
“And I’m what? Your arranged project or your real fiancée?”
His gaze softened slightly. “My real fiancée.”
He brushed a strand of hair away from my face. “I don’t want another girl like them.”
Something in my soul shook hearing that. But the edge in my mood hadn’t completely faded.
Ares seemed to notice.
He stepped closer, his voice lowering.
“You still mad?”
“Maybe.”
He smiled faintly.
“I’ll fix that.”
He pulled me toward him, kissing me slowly while the ocean crashed behind us.
The tension between us shifted.
Less anger.
More heat.
The night pulled us together again as he lay me on the couch and ate my pussy until I was weak.
But even as I held onto him, even as I rode him like nothing was on my mind…
