He paced the small motel room, exhaling a long, harsh breath. Havoc truly was a contradiction. I remained quiet while he paced, unsure of where this conversation would end.
Finally, he stopped pacing and looked at me. “I’ll finish what I came here to do and then I’ll take you home. And then we’re done.”
“There is no we, remember? So there’s nothing to be done.” I stepped away from him and grabbed my bag and phone. “I’m going to get a decent coffee. Maybe when I get back, you’ll have calmed down and got your shit under control.”
As I took a step towards the door, his arm flicked out and his hand wrapped around my wrist. He yanked me to him and then shoved his fingers through my hair, gripping me there. His wild eyes bore into mine. “Maybe when you get back, I’ll fuck you senseless,” he growled.
White hot desire flowed through me at his words.
Angry sex.
The best kind.
His grip on my hair tightened as my arms moved under his so I could place my hands on his shoulders to hold him there. “Maybe you should.” My words came out all breathy. “I think it would do wonders for your foul mood.”
Another growl rumbled from his chest and he pulled my hair, yanking my head back. We watched each other through lust-filled eyes. There was no denying the attraction we felt for each other.
With one last tightening of his grip on my hair, he rasped, “Go.” He let me go as he took a few steps away from me.
The way he’d said that word was as if it was the last thing he wanted me to do, but the one thing he needed me to do. Havoc had never frightened me before, but in that moment, he did.
As I walked out of the motel room, I worked to steady my breathing as the concern swept through me.
What the hell has gotten into him?
* * *
“I don’t get men sometimes,” I complained to Velvet over the phone an hour later. I’d arrived back at the motel room to find Havoc gone. That hadn’t surprised me. What had surprised me was the note he’d left me on the bed.
I’ll be back in a few hours.
Need to blow off some steam.
I’m an asshole.
“What do you think has gotten into him?” Velvet asked.
I settled myself in the centre of the bed with my legs crossed. “I’ve got no freaking clue. It’s like he changed from this guy who asked me to come with him for some fun and sex, to this moody, dark guy who turns angry for no reason.”
“Well, I get why he was pissed about the Nash thing. You’ve gotta admit you were at fault there for not telling him your brother is a member of Storm.”
I sighed. “Okay, okay, so I probably should have told him that, but he got shitty at me for wanting to have sex on his bike. He’d agreed to it before we left Brisbane and then when I brought it up, he snapped at me and said he’d send me home if I pushed him about it.”
Velvet remained quiet for a moment. “Carla, what are you doing with him?”
I knew from her thoughtful tone what she was getting at, but I didn’t want to get into it with her. Hell, I didn’t want to get into it with myself. “I’m just having some fun. And some good sex. That’s all.”
“From where I’m standing, it doesn’t sound like you’re having too much fun with him. And as far as the sex is concerned, you can find that with another guy if that’s what you really want.”
I moved up the bed so I could lean against the headboard. Pulling my legs up against my chest, I wrapped my free arm around them and groaned. She’s right. “I don’t know anymore,” I murmured.
“What do you mean?”
Aargh.
“I don’t know what I’m doing with my life anymore. I lost my job, my teacher failed me, which puts my plan off track, and I started sleeping with Havoc all at the same time. I never wanted to start liking him. I mean, he’s not exactly the kind of guy I see myself settling down with, but I think I’ve bloody well gone and started liking him.”
“So walk away now before it gets complicated, before you start to have real feelings for him. If he’s not what you want in a man, don’t settle.” She was speaking sense and my head was listening, but my heart didn’t seem to want to play along.