Undone (Wild Men 2)

“You okay?”

“Fine now,” I reply, wrapping my arms around her until I can feel her everywhere, breathe in her scent. “When you’re here, I’m fine.”

“You’ve changed.”

Have I? “Hay…”

“No.” She pushes on my chest and jumps off my lap, lifting a finger. “What are you doing?”

I frown, and that hurts my head. “Doing?

“This shouldn’t be… we shouldn’t…” She turns to go, then stops and turns back toward me. “I’ll leave you to your breakfast.”

Damn. “Look, Hay—”

“I’m going to take a shower. And make some phone calls. You rest.”

She leaves the room, and I stare after her, automatically taking in her heart-shaped ass and shapely legs.

I’m fucking hard. How can I be hard when it’s obvious she’s distressed and upset with me? What was I thinking? I should fess up.

But how can I win her back without knowing what happened? I just need some more time to recall what happened between us, what she said, what I said. What went down. I’m at a disadvantage here, and there’s no mercy in love or war.

Right?

I can’t make the same mistake twice and let her go, not without trying. I need to fix what went wrong. Apologize if necessary. Change until I’m someone she wants to be with, a better version of me.

Beg her.

Anything for her to stay.

Chapter Fourteen

Hailey

I scrub every inch of my body as hard as I dare without breaking skin, not even sure what I’m trying to accomplish. Wash Kaden off me? His scent is everywhere – his shampoo, his soap. I grab a towel to dry myself off and it smells like him, a subtle manly scent that makes my mouth water.

It reminds me of last night, of how he kissed me and fucked me so hard I saw stars. Just like before.

God, what am I doing? This – having my brains screwed out and scrambled by Kaden – wasn’t in the plan. This situation is complicated enough already, without adding sex to the mix.

Of course I jumped his bones the moment we got home. I mean, sure, he carried me to his bed, but I am familiar with the word NO. I could have used it any time.

I wanted him so badly.

Still do. His scent is starting a familiar throb deep inside me and I press my legs together, trying to ease the pressure.

If he walked in here right now, I’d climb him and ride him like a bull in a rodeo.

Jesus, Hailey. That’s what months of celibacy can do to you. It’s a hazard to your mental health.

Wrapping the Kaden-scented towel around me, I comb out my hair with my fingers and examine my reflection in the partly fogged-up mirror.

I look… flushed.

But that’s just the shower, right?

And I look scared.