“I have some frozen pizzas we can throw in the oven and I might even have a bottle of wine.” I looked at her skeptical face. “And a guestroom. It’s all yours. You shouldn’t be alone tonight after what you’ve been through. And to be honest, I don’t think I want to be either.”
“You’re serious, aren’t you?”
I nodded. “Let me take care of you.”
She nodded. “All right. Frozen pizzas it is.”
“It’s good isn’t it?”
We sat on the living room floor, our plates on the coffee table and a bottle of wine between us.
Julie nodded. “If you’re trying to impress me with your cooking skills, you need some work.” She ripped off a corner of burned crust.
I chuckled. “I’m better with a grill.”
“That’s what all men say.”
“All men? And just how many men are you talking about?” I don’t know where the question came from, but I suddenly wanted to know about her. How many men had she dated? When was her last relationship? Who was the idiot who let her go?
She blushed. “It’s just an understood guy thing.”
“I’m not buying that bullshit,” I teased. “Tell me. How many have there been?”
“What? I’m not telling you that.”
I grabbed the pizza from her hand and held it up in the air out of reach. “No more pizza until I get a number.”
Her eyes beaded together. “I’m not telling you that, Hawk. That’s personal.”
“Two? Four?”
“It doesn’t matter.” Her eyes blazed.
I took a huge bite of the pizza. “Oh well.”
She lunged forward to grab it from me, but ended toppling on top of my chest. We fell backward on the floor. The pizza landed under the table and I fastened my arms around her.
She looked into my eyes before I drew her lips to mine. She kissed me slowly at first, cautiously and then I felt the weight of her lush lips bear against mine with fire.
My hands coasted over her hips and down her ass, grabbing, pulling, tugging. I wanted everything at once.
She moaned when I yanked her skirt up over her ass and palmed the bare skin of her bottom. I slapped against her, coaxing a whimper from her lips.
“Fuck,” I growled. She ground her hips into me and I slapped her again.
“Oh God.” She panted.
My eyes lit. “Do you have any idea what I want to do to you right now?”
She shook her head.
I bit her lip, before digging the tips of my fingers into her flesh. Every single part of her felt so fucking good.
“What?” Her ragged breath whispered over my ear.
“You need somebody, Jules. Somebody to worship this body. Someone who knows how to make you feel good. Someone to take care of you tonight. I want to be that man tonight. But you’ve got to let me in. You’ve got to trust I’m someone you can count on. I don’t want you to give me the freeze out every time we’re at the center. I don’t want you to pretend I don’t make you hot. I can be all these things. ”
I pried her legs apart, sliding my hand between her soaked panties. I groaned. God, why did she have to be so wet? I wanted to prove something to her, but it was going to be impossible. Could I actually not fuck her?