“Why?” she asks, seeming curious by the fact a twenty-five-year-old man has a proposition for sex on multiple occasions and has yet to jump.
“Well, first off, there’s the fact she was part of the reason you were hurt so badly by Dick,” I state, referring to her ex. I squeeze her hand and bring it to my mouth, pressing a tender kiss to her knuckles. “Not to mention the fact I’ve sort of had athingfor someone else for a really long time.”
She chuckles and holds my gaze. “It really has been a long time.”
I lift my shoulders. “What can I say? I’m a glutton for punishment.”
She giggles and averts her gaze. Before she can reply, she yawns. I know she’s tired, but frankly, I don’t want to leave. I will, of course, but if I can steal just a few more minutes of her time, why wouldn’t I?
“Can I tell you something?” she asks, looking off toward the front door.
“Always.”
She swallows hard, and I can tell whatever she’s about to say is difficult for her. “When I looked over and saw her pressed against you, I didn’t like it.”
I have to fight to keep the smile from reaching my lips. “You were jealous.”
“No, I wasn’t,” she defends adamantly.
This time I let my smile fly. “Okay.”
“I wasn’t,” she counters, narrowing her eyes at me.
“Fine, so you weren’t jealous, just upset Gabby was pressed against me.”
“She had her hand on your thigh.”
“She did,” I confirm. “But I moved it.”
“I know,” she whispers, clearing her throat. “Anyway, I just don’t like her, and I feel like she does that with you because she knows it’ll piss me off. I mean, she can’t sleep with one of my brothers because they hate her as much as I do, not that she hasn’t tried in the past, so she goes after the closest thing to a brother I have who isn’t related by blood.”
I turn, reaching out and cupping her cheek. “I’m most definitely not your brother.”
She shakes her head.
“I’m your baby daddy,” I state with a smirk.
She rolls her eyes.
“And you like me,” I murmur, running my thumb across her bottom lip.
“I don’t.”
I snort, slowly drawing her closer. “Don’t lie to me, sweetheart. I can see the rapid beating of your pulse in your neck.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
Grinning widely, I lean in and brush my lips across hers. “I’m very good at flattery.”
She rolls her eyes again but doesn’t move back. So, I press my lips to hers once more, this time letting my tongue trace the seam of her lips. Before I can deepen the kiss, she pulls back, yawning.
I know my time is up.
“I should go. You’re tired.”
However, instead of agreeing, she blurts out, “Do you want to watch a movie or something?”
“Hell yes.”
