He scoffs. “What, is she your girlfriend?”
“Get lost,” I say, refusing to answer him.
Because no, she’s not my girlfriend, which makes the way I’m acting completely out of line. But I don’t care.
He looks me up and down, like he’s sizing me up. I glower at him, waiting to see if he wants to turn this into a fight. Fine if he does. I’m almost a head taller than him, and I weigh at least twenty pounds more.
Once he registers our size difference, he steps back. He mutters a curse and walks off.
I turn back to Briar. She smacks my shoulder.
“Blake, what the hell was that?” Her expression is a mix of confusion and pissed off.
I look at her. This is the first time I’ve seen her since I walked out on her. For a long moment, I just stare at her. I missed looking at her. I breathe in and get a lungful of her perfume. Thesmell of sugar and flowers, mixed with the sweet scent of her skin. Fuck, I missed that.
Her green eyes are fiery. She looks like she wants to slap me. My chest aches. This is all my fault.
She sits up taller. Since she’s sitting on the bartop, we’re the same height, face to face.
“You blow me off for the past three days after walking out on me, then you interrupt my conversation with another guy? And then you scare him off like you’re some attack dog? What is your problem?”
“I’m sorry,” I say. It doesn’t feel like enough. I want to drop to my knees and beg for her forgiveness. I want to carry her back to my bed and show her just how sorry I am with my hands and my mouth.
“You’re acting like a caveman,” she says sharply, like she’s scolding me. “Do you realize how messed up that is? You shoved another guy away in the middle of my conversation with him.”
“It seemed like he was more interested in slurping liquor off your body than having a conversation with you.”
What the fuck are you doing, arguing with her like this? You should be apologizing.
But I can’t stop myself. Just the thought of another man doing a body shot with Briar makes me crazy.
She purses her lips. She’s pissed.
“So? What if I wanted him to do a body shot on me?”
That crazed, jealous feeling washes over me. “No fucking way.”
Fire ignites in her eyes. She looks past my shoulder.
“Maybe I should ask that guy behind you if he wants to do a body shot with me.” Her tone is taunting, verging on bratty.
My cock twitches. What the fuck? Do I actually like this? Am I getting…turned on by arguing with her?
“No fucking way,” I say again.
“You’re not the boss of me, Blake. You can’t just pop back up into my life after disappearing and order me around.”
“I know that, and I’m sorry, but there’s no way I’m going to stand here and watch some other guy lick your body.”
That fiery look in her eyes turns hotter. Wait…is she into this?
Confusion clouds the arousal I feel. We’re arguing. She’s mad. I’m upset. But we’re both turned on too…
What the hell is going on?
She leans closer to me. “I’m doing a body shot with a guy in this bar whether you like it or not.”
“I’m warning you, Briar. Don’t.” My tone is hard and pissed; my cock is getting harder by the second.
