“Do you get off on this?” I demand. “On making me crazy?”
His lips quirk like he’s holding back a smile. “Not yet.”
That—that shouldn’t do anything for me. It shouldn’t make my stomach flutter. Or my mind to call back every image of us. Of him on top of me. Inside me.
It absolutely does.
Fuck.
I hate him.
I hate him so much.
“Then do it already,” I snap, the words out before I can stop them. “Whatever you’re going to do. Punish me. Get it over with.”
The second the words leave my mouth, I want to stuff them back in.
Because now he’sreallysmiling, not even trying to hide it. “Ah,” he says knowingly. “you can’t wait for me to do it.”
Heat floods my entire body, starting at my cheeks, ending in my core.
“I—no. That’s not what I meant—”
“Then what did you mean?” he pushes off the sink and stalks over to me. Right into my space.
My back hits the cabinet behind me. I didn’t even realize I was moving.
Carrson braces one hand beside me, boxing me in without touching me.
“Because it sounds like you’ve been thinking about it.”
I swallow hard. “I haven’t.”
He leans in, closer than he’s been since that night and butterflies explode in my belly. They flap their wings, riot and dance.
“Watch out, Becky,” he murmurs, his voice a husky rasp.
My name sounds different when he says it like that.
“Why?” I whisper, eyes wide as I stare up at him. “Why should I watch out?” I’m not sure I want the answer.
His eyes lock on mine, and I know what’s coming before he says it.
“Because I might start to think you want it.” His gaze goes dark while my heart tries to tumble right out of my chest. His face so close to mine it’d take no effort at all to kiss me.
Please kiss me.
But he doesn’t. Instead, he steps back, leaving me ten degrees colder.
Leaving me standing there, flushed and furious and—God.
Humiliatingly turned on.
“Walk me out,” he calls over his shoulder as he moves away.
I follow, dragging my feet, but tied to him anyway. Like there’s an invisible leash around my neck.
At the front door, Carrson turns back.
