Up close I could see his eyes shift down to my lips before they met my eyes again. Mere inches separated us. He would only have to lean forward a little to capture my lips with his.
Or I could move forward. It would be easy. And it would change the subject quickly.
“What are we to each other?” he repeated.
“I don’t know,” I admitted.
“I want you.” His voice was mumbled. Sad almost. “I want you so damn much that it makes me question my own sanity. I've never wanted a woman like I wanted my wife before you came along, Sunflower. Even when you drive me crazy, which is most of the time, I can't get you out of my head.”
“Fang, there's been women since your wife died. I saw you with one just a few hours ago.”
“Sex, that’s all that was. Just a means to an end. With you it's different.”
“It is?” I squeaked. This was getting out of hand. Either Fang was wasted or he had lost his damn mind.
“Yeah, it's different. I've never wanted to make any of those women mine before.”
20
Fang
I sawher blink slowly as the meaning behind my words finally began to sink in. Her mouth opened under my thumb, and she gave a startled little sigh.
I knew it was a lot to take in; it was a lot for me as well. I had fought against my growing feelings for her for weeks. But I was finally fed up with fighting them.
I liked her. Every hippy dippy crazy inch of her. And she liked me back. I knew that. Even when she was spitting venom at me.
Sure, it was a volatile relationship, but sometimes the best ones are. She drove me insane with her stubborn ways but they just made me want her more.
“Fang,” she finally whispered.
“Me and you together makes sense, Sunflower.”
She laughed, not a low happy chuckle, but great big belly laughs that filled the quiet room and caused whoever was in the room next door to hammer on the wall angrily.
“It makes no sense at all and you know it. We are totally different...”
I didn’t want to hear it, so I silenced her with my lips, pushing her back down into the pillow without breaking the kiss. And there was no hesitation when she kissed me back. The tip of her tongue slid against my bottom lip.
She could say it made no sense, but her body's reaction to me told a different tale. Gypsy wanted me as much as I wanted her.
I broke the kiss first. Closing my eyes, I let my forehead rest against hers. “Say that again when your heart has calmed down.”
“I…” she stammered, and for a second I thought she was going to push me away. My shoulders tensed, ready for it. But she didn’t move her arms from around my neck. Her fingers brushed idly against my skin - featherlight touches that she didn’t even know she was giving me.
“You want me, just admit it.” I kissed her again and this time her lips were unyielding under mine. Not that I was going to give up.
When I had thought she had been with Bobby, I had been murderous. I’d wanted to hurt both of them because she had hurt me. I had wanted her gone from town so I didn’t have to be reminded that she had chosen him over me.
It was childish and petty. But that was me all over when I didn’t get my own way.
I knew she hadn’t slept with Bobby, hell, I had probably known from the start. But it had made me realise that I actually liked her in more than just a sexual way.
“You’re crazy.” She didn’t say anything else for a second. “You don’t even know me, Fang, and the little you do know you don’t like.”
I paused, studying her face from just an inch away. She was right of course. I didn’t know her, not really. I knew she drove me crazy with her sharp tongue and soft eyes, but I didn’t know anything about her past.
I did know I wanted to find out though, and that was a new feeling for me.
