I wriggled beneath him as his lips worked their way back down my neck. “I told you that was unintentional. We were just talking. I didn’t even think I was flirting.” My breath caught as he licked the little hollow at the base of my throat. “I, uh… wasn’t interested in him.”
“Katie.” He moved lower, his mouth skimming my collarbone as he spoke. “You talk to a dude in a bar and let him buy you a drink, he thinks you’re flirting.” His stubble rasped against my skin, making my nipples harden. “You breathe in a guy’s general direction and he’s gonna hope like hell you’re flirting.”
“Well, that’s his problem,” I said, breathless.
“No, it’s my problem.”
I wriggled in his grasp again, but he pinned my wrists to the bed. “Um, can you let me up? I’m gonna pass out if I don’t eat something before you have your way with me again.”
A slow smile spread across his gorgeous face. “Not until you say we’re even.”
“We’re even.”
His dark eyes narrowed. But he eased off my wrists and rolled slightly to the side so I could sit up.
“Don’t snoop,” I said, righting my clothes, which were all askew.
“Show me the drawing of me.”
“No.”
His eyes narrowed further.
“And you want me to trust you, you don’t snoop. Even though you know there are sketches of you in this book.” I stressed the plural onsketches, picking up the sketchbook and flipping through it in a leisurely manner, but at an angle that he couldn’t see anything.
“Fine.” He looked like a dejected kid who’d been deprived of ice cream as he flopped back on the bed. “Katie, in all seriousness. It’s really fucking good. You should be doing something with it.” He tried to get a look in the book, but I shut it and hugged it to my chest.
“Tried. Didn’t work out.”
“So what? You’re just gonna let that stop you?”
I shrugged. I was in no mood to discuss my professional ambitions, or lack thereof, this early in the morning, on incredibly little sleep, while suffering a major sex hangover. I was hungry, thirsty, and achy in all the right places, and thanks to Jesse, I was now horny again.
“Where do you think I’d be if I stopped in my tracks every time something didn’t go exactly how I wanted it? Do you think I just woke up one morning and the fucking music fairy left a record deal under my pillow?”
“Maybe. Did you sleep with her?”
“Har har. Trust me, it wasn’t that easy.”
“I’m sure it wasn’t.”
“So?” He sat up and stared me down, waiting.
“So what?”
“So whatcha gonna do about it, babe?”
“About what?”
He tapped my shoulder, softly, with his fist. “About your mad talent, girl.”
“I dunno.”
“Katie. What the fuck.”
“Can we not have this conversation while you’re naked?”
“Why?” He slid his bent knee a little closer to me, spreading his thighs. “Too distracting?”
