She turns away to look anywhere else. “Don’t, Cole.”
She stalks to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water. “I’ll have you know, I’m nothing like my mother, and I would appreciate it if you didn’t comment on the fact that I like the occasional glass of wine. If I didn’t, last week wouldn’t have happened, the night of the F and T awards wouldn’t have happened, and I definitely wouldn’t be telling you any of this, either. So zip it, Green.” She rolls her eyes, opening her freezer, filling her glass up with ice cubes.
“I thought you were sober at games night?” I ask her, refusing to acknowledge the comment she made about her mother. Learning about her inthatway isn’t a line I’m ready to cross.
“Iwas.But I had one glass of wine, and a cocktail because I like to drink socially. I wasn’t over the limit. Being a social drinker doesn’t mean I have a problem.”
I know close to nothing about Jenna Rogers aside from her profession and the fact that she ignores me whenever she can, with the occasional bout of jealousy. While I don’t necessarilywanther to open up to me, I kind of like that she is. It might berage filled and probably should be directed at someone else, but I’ll take whatever tiny piece of herself that she wants to give me.
I smile to lighten the mood, and get nothing back but a blank expression. “So you only want me when you’ve had a drink, right? A bit of liquid courage to help push you over the edge?” I tease, and she squints at me, crunching on an ice cube.
“If that’s what you want to believe, Cole, sure. Believe it,” she says, resting her hands on the counter, finger tips tapping along the cool surface.
“What I want to believe, Snow, is that you want this as badly as I do. I want to believe you don’t hate me, and that you aren’t ignoring me to be cute or because you think it’s funny. If you were avoiding me because you feel bad for using my body…pleasedon’t. Use me. Take it. No matter where or when, I will gladly be at your disposal. But I also want to believe that by the end of this entire experience, maybe we could be friends, regardless of the fact that we’ve spent the entire time fucking,” I say, and her body stiffens, obviously uncomfortable with my confession.
“Please.” She shakes her head and scrunches up her nose. “I can satisfy myself without the help of a man.” She pours another ice cube into her mouth, but this time she sucks on it, and my dick twitches involuntarily.
Sheknowswhat she does to me.
“You told me on the night we met, that the most orgasms you’d had in one night, was four,” I remind her, attempting to round the counter to get closer to her, but she holds her arm out to stop me again. And this time, she shakes her head, too.
“I told you, I don’t need a man. I have a trusty little friend in the top drawer of my nightstand that does the job just fine.” She’s said too much, and she knows it. The second the words slip out of her pretty mouth, her hands fly up to catch them beforeI hear them, but it’s too late. She’s thrown them out for me to catch, and I do it with both hands.
Grinning at her, we both stand still, eyeing each other in some kind of standoff, wondering who’s going to take the first step toward her bedroom. Her hands fidget at her sides, and I tilt my head slightly.
“Would you like a head start?” I ask, and she takes off at full speed, with me right behind her.
I catch her quickly, looping my arm around her waist as she attempts to wriggle free, but my grip on her is too good. “Cole, please. I was kidding, there’s no toy,” she pleads with me, but I know that Jenna is a sexual person. I learned that the night we met. Only an idiot would believe that she doesn’t have at leastonelying around.
I’m surprised she didn’t arrive in town with an entire suitcase full.
Holding her in place, my arm still snug around her, I use my free hand to rip open her drawer on her nightstand, and the bright pink vibrator in question stares back at me. “No toy, huh?” I clasp it in my fingers, pushing the button on the end to turn it on. It buzzes softly in my hands, and she groans while trying to fight herself free, but my grip around her tightens. “Should we use it?” I ask as a thousand filthy thoughts run through my mind, but one in particular taking the crown.
“Weshouldn’t use anything,” she says with minimal conviction, before squirming free from my grasp. She lands backward on her bed with her legs spread slightly.
“Are you sure about that, Snow? Because the words coming out of your mouth tell me one thing, but the look in those ocean eyes are telling me another.” I nudge her legs further apart slightly with my fist, kneeling on the ground in front of her, the toy still in my hand. Pressing the same button, the toy vibrates harder and louder. “Tell me you want me to touch you with it,and I will,” I whisper. Jenna nibbles her lower lip, throwing her head back onto the bed, and I know she wants it.
“I’m not sure about anything anymore, Cole.” She groans, covering her eyes with her forearm as she rests her back down onto her bed. Her dress sits slightly above her knee, and I hike it up even more, little bruises on her inner thighs now visible.
“These from me?” I ask as my palm glides over them, proud of the marks I’d left on her.
“No, they’re from Robbie,” she says sarcastically, and I squeeze her thigh just below the marks. “Fuck. Sorry. Yes, they’re from you.” She breathes out. “They’re from you.”
“Good.” I release my grip, her face still covered. “Tell me I can, Snow.”
“Please, yes. Do it.”
Tracing her thigh with my fingertips, I find her panties soaked when I reach the center, and I just wish she would give in and admit she wants me.
Slipping her underwear down her legs, she sucks in a sharp breath, her nails digging into my arm. Her vibrator is gently resting on her pussy, sensitive and desperate. Her back arches against the bed. “God, I want to hate you so bad,” she mutters, and I hover over her body, kissing her quickly.
I make it deep, desperate, and I make it fucking count.
“I have a feeling you’re about to hate me even more,” I finally say when I pull my mouth away from hers, pressing the button on her pink friend to switch it off. I rise to my feet, and head straight for her apartment door.
“Where the fuck are you going?” she shouts, her voice mortified that I’ve just left her all riled up, no doubt on the brink of an orgasm, and taken the only thing she claims can get the job done.
“When you stop avoiding me and finally admit that you want me, I’ll give it back to you. Until then, your little friend belongsto me,” I shout back, slamming her door behind me, my manic laughter echoing through the empty halls and foyer of the building.
