“Let me find out then. Give me that chance.”
“I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do. If you didn’t feel the same way you would have told me to fuck off. You wouldn’t even think about it, and you sure as hell wouldn’t be touching me right now.”
The hand she had curled around my neck stilled, and a frown creased her face.
“Fang.” She tried again. “It’s not that I don’t find you attractive, it’s just I don’t have space in my life for a relationship right now. Especially not one with a man who thinks…”
I couldn't let her finish. she was talking herself out of it, her words meant for herself and not for me.
“Shut up, Sunflower.” Using my much bigger frame, I forced her back against the pillow again, trapping her against me with my arms on either side of her head. Her eyes widened at my command, but she didn’t say anything. She just continued to stare up at me. She was thinking hard, her brow furrowed.
“Stop talking yourself out of what could be a very good time.” I let one of my hands come up, gathering up my tee as I ran my fingertips up her rib cage. I didn’t cup her breast, although I desperately wanted to.
“Is that all you want, Fang? A good time?”
“No.” I skimmed up the side of her breast, teasing her with featherlight touches, and she sighed softly. It was like music to my ears that soft moan. “No, that's not all I want. I want to get to know you. Everything about you. Tell me what you did before you came here, Gypsy.” Up and down the side of her body, my fingers trailed.
Yes, I was teasing her, and yes, I loved it.
“I travelled and worked in bars,” she said after hesitating for a second. “There’s not much to say other than that.”
“Liar, liar, pants on fire. You're hiding something from me, Gypsy, and I’m going to make it my mission to find out what it is.”
“And there was me thinking you were going to make it your mission to get me into bed.” She giggled. She was trying her hardest to change the subject, her back arching up off the bed to try and get me to touch her. And I was more than a little tempted to let her have her way.
“I already have you in bed,” I reminded her with a smile. She was a tempting little hellcat, all teeth and claws, but I was positive I could make her purr. I just needed to make her wait for a little and she would be eating out of my hands.
My eyes found hers and held them. “Did you want me to touch you, my little sunflower? Is that why you are trying to shove your tit into my hand? Tell me what you did before you came here. Tell me how you knew what to do with a gunshot wound.”
“I told you, Fang.” The self-righteous anger was creeping back into her voice. “I tended bar.”
Sighing, I sat upright. Removing my hand from beneath the tee was one of the hardest things I had ever had to do. “Have it your way, Gypsy.” I deliberately said her name, and not my little pet name for her. “Time for us to get some sleep.”
“Sleep?” she parroted back stupidly.
“Yes, sleep. It’s this thing you do where you close your eyes and let the troubles of the world drift away. Budge up.”
“You really expect me to sleep right now?”
“Yes.” I searched her face, my lips drawn up in a grin. Oh, I had her. I had her right where I wanted her. “Why did you want us to fuck? Oh, Gypsy.” I let my laughter fill the air. “I’m not going to touch you until you tell me what I want to know. We can't start this relationship off with secrets.”
“Relationship?” Her voice was getting shriller and shriller.
“Yes, Gypsy, a relationship.” Kissing her softly on the lips, I settled myself down by her side. I already knew that I wouldn’t get any sleep with her half naked next to me. But it was a battle of wills I planned on winning. I wanted to know her secrets, all of them. And if I had to withhold sex to get her to tell me, then I was more than willing. Even if it killed me.
“Go to sleep, Sunflower.”
21
Fang
She didn’t sleepand neither did I. Sure, I pretended I was asleep. I purposely kept my breathing low and even against the back of her neck, but every time I actually closed my eyes, my little sunflower would wiggle back a little more.
Her bare ass rubbing up against me.
Either Gypsy was faking being asleep like I was, or the girl was having some seriously horny dreams. Not that I minded either way. I loved the feel of her, even if it was making me have the worst case of blue balls I had ever had.
