Only Her

It would feel good to punch James in his pretty boy face, but I don’t think Kennedy would be too happy about that. Since she’s already pissed about something, I decide to keep my hands to myself when it comes to James. I think the fact that I don’t know what’s bothering Kennedy has me more on edge. I felt her mood shift at the table. At first I thought it was the annoying server that was too chatty. Her voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard.

“You’re right. I should have moved faster.”

Kennedy sucks in a breath at James' words. I knew I should have punched him.

“Heed my warning, James. You better not move anywhere near her in the future. She made her choice.” She hadn't actually. I made it for her. Now that’s pissing me the fuck off too. The fact that she had chosen him, but I had to make a deal in order to ensure she would be mine.

“I know. I don’t poach.” James gives a dig right back.

“It was nice running into you, James, but we need to get going.” Kennedy steps in. He should thank her for saving his life because I’m holding on to my self-control by a thread.

“It’s always nice to see you, Kennedy.” He winks at her, and I want to pluck his eyeballs right out of his skull. “Tell your parents I said hello, Gerrit.” I try to take a step toward him to get in his face, but Kennedy stops me by stepping right in front of me as James turns to leave.

“Don’t.” She gives me a hard look. One that goes straight to my dick. I guess James isn't as smart as I thought he was. He’d had her and lost her. Now that’s fucking stupid. “I need to get home.” She turns, trying to walk away from me. I snatch her wrist.

“I invited you back to my place.”

“And I’m saying no.”

“It’s not about sex,” I growl. Sex would be nice, but I want her near me.

Kennedy looks around. “Hush. People can hear you.” She pulls on her wrist. I don’t let go, but I do lead us out of the restaurant before pulling out my phone to call my driver.

“I don’t give a fuck who can hear me.” I have to clear the six missed calls from my assistant. I catch Kennedy glancing at my phone before rolling her eyes. I pocket it.

“Why don’t you want to come to my place? You don’t want to see where you’ll be living?”

“I think we’ve spent enough time together today.” She gives me a smile that doesn't meet her eyes. Nothing like the one she gave James.

Frustration boils inside of me, and I have no fucking clue what to do. I can’t knock her over the head and drag her back to my place like a caveman. But that’s how I’m feeling right about now.

Connor pulls the car up, and I open the door for her. She slips into the back, and I follow. I rest my hand on her leg, and she doesn't push me away. In fact, her legs part a couple of inches.

“How long did you date?” I ask because I’m obviously a masochist.

“Do you really want to talk about exes? I’m sure you have way more than me.”

“Why are you being like this?” I ask. Something has changed and it was before the ex showed up so I know it’s not about him. I don’t want to think about if she was in love with him. It’s like a punch to the gut.

“How do you know that this isn’t how I always am, Gerrit? We really don’t know each other.” I grab her, pulling her into my lap. She lets out a small squeal of surprise as her hands land on my chest.

“What are you doing?” She tries to wiggle off my lap, but I don’t let her get anywhere.

“I know you. If you knew how well I know you it would probably scare you.” She freezes, her eyes coming to meet mine. “I know what you taste like, the breathy moans you make when you come.” I tangle my hand into her hair, pulling her down to me. “Does James know those things about you?”

Her breath hitches, and I watch her eyes grow wider. Her pink little tongue darts out, licking her bottom lip and grazing mine in the process. She might be pissed about something, but there is no denying the pull we have toward each other. I know she can feel it too.

“Answer me.” She shakes her head no. “I want the words, love. I want to hear them from your lips.”

“He doesn't know what I taste like.” Her cheeks bloom into a rosy pink blush.

“But I do. I’m the only one that will ever know,” I growl before I pull her down for a kiss, devouring her mouth. The need to mark her rides me hard. I want to erase any thoughts she has of James or any other fucker that came before me.