“Stop,” I caution her.
“I’m not sure I should do that, do you?” I glance at her, that arched eyebrow conveying everything she isn’t saying.
“Probably not, but I can admit when I’m an ass. And, Peyton, I’ve been an ass entirely too much to you,” I admit.
Her hand relaxes. Peyton won’t give in this easily. I may have won holding her hand, but I know there’s so much left to work through.
“At least you can admit that, though it’s taking entirely too fucking long.” I hate the way that word sounds coming from her lips, not unless she’s deep in the throes of an orgasm, that is.
“Not gonna argue with that, but gotta say, I’m not digging that word you just threw out.” I pull up to a stop light, my eyes moving to hers.
“I’m not sure I care. That being said, you do realize that word flies out of your mouth more often than not, and we do work with a bunch of construction workers. I’m bound to let it slip off my tongue every now and again.”
“Touché,” I respond. We are both silent as we finish our ride to the airport. Our hands never leave one another’s, and I’m counting that as a silent win.
Two
Peyton
The entire time, I’m not even exaggerating, the entire freaking time Chance Adams has been touching me in one way or the other. Throughout the car ride, at the airport, on the plane, and even when we grabbed a hired car to get to the hotel we’re staying at. His hand would be entwined with mine, or a hand would touch the base of my spine, and even my elbow if we were in bigger crowds.
Though Chance has another thing coming if he thinks I’ll forgive him after one day. The dang man hasn’t even apologized. Plus, he may have made me orgasm, but he didn’t even kiss me. I think that’s what burns my ass more than anything. A kiss, that’s all I’ve dreamed about, before, during, and after our one and only time together.
“Thank goodness.” The warmth and sun are like the balm to my soul. I’m already taking off my jacket, wanting to get out of my winter clothes and out to the beach as soon as possible.
“Hold your fire, woman, I’m don’t really want the whole fucking hotel to see you stripping,” Chance says beside me. This man, I’m not sure where this is coming from, and while part of me loves that he’s possessive, the other part of me, let’s just say I’m ready to tear into him.
“Jesus, Chance. It’s not like I’m stripping down to my bra and panties. I’m taking my jacket and flannel off. It’s too hot to wear all of this at once. Not all of us can walk around in what you are and not freeze when we’re in Virginia,” I huff out, finishing divesting myself of said clothes.
“Doesn’t mean I have to like the attention you’re attracting.” I roll my eyes but whip my head around. Surely, he’s lying. There’s no way I’m garnering that much response.
“I highly doubt that.” I see nothing out of the ordinary, honestly.
“Babe, there are two guys staring at your ass right now, and another staring at your tits. I’m a man. I know when a man is looking at a woman with desire in his eyes.”
“Whatever.” Though I tie my jacket around my waist and put my flannel shirt back on for the time being. I’m secure in my curves, but I really don’t want someone ogling me either.
“Thankfully, she listens,” he mutters. We make it to the check-in desk. I listen as Chance answers the concierge’s questions. My ears perk up when she says we’ll be staying in one suite that has two bedrooms.
“Um, Chance?” I try to get his attention. There’s no way I’ll be able to hold a grudge if he walks around half naked. I’m definitely not that strong. I clear my throat. He’s already taken the two keys from the lady who checked us in.
“Yeah, babe?” This is something new, that and this man. It’s as if Chance Adams has hit his head and it’s knocked sense into him.
“Why are we sharing a suite? I’m pretty sure I told you that wasn’t an option.” My body turns towards his, anger bubbling up inside of me. I’m so completely fucked. I just told my sisters and Berkley what was happening. They laughed saying it’s fate or kismet. Who really knows?
“Can this wait until we get to our room? I’d rather not have every Tom, Dick, and Harry eavesdropping on our conversation.” Chance is looking over my head, gruffness plastered on his face. He seriously thinks someone is going to come steal me away from him. Doesn’t he realize he already owns my heart, my whole heart at that? Not that I’m going to tell him, oh no. I want to see just how much he sweats this out. My devious plan is already coming together. Chance won’t know what hit him when the time is right.