She rolled her eyes. She’d had enough. Why the hell was he mad? She was the one who was going to have to deal with the fallout when Livinia and Bowman found out the truth about their engagement. Hell, Lyric was the one who’d probably have to tell her parents the truth. Heath sure wasn’t going to do it.
She picked at the string some more.
In hindsight, she shouldn’t have had sex with Heath … again. That was when all of this tension had started.
What had she been thinking, anyway?
The truth was that she hadn’t been thinking. Or at least, she hadn’t been thinking with her brain. Lyric sucked on her bottom lip. When men followed their libido instead of their mind, they were said to be thinking with their penis. Did that happen to women too? Had she been thinking with her vagina?
Was that even possible? Her vagina didn’t have any gray matter—did it?
“Have you ever heard of a woman thinking with her vagina?” She turned to Heath and then remembered that she had vowed not to talk to him until he stopped acting an ass.
Slowly, he turned his head to look at her, glared, and then turned back to the road.
“Okay, enough of the silent treatment. Why exactly are you mad at me?” She hadn’t been able to figure it out, so asking was her only shot at making things better.
“You know why.” He spat out each word.
“No, I really have no idea.” She reviewed the events of the last few hours again and couldn’t find any big missteps. Unless he was jealous of the fact that her multiple orgasms had had multiple orgasms. But hey, that was his own fault. And Mother Nature’s. Lyric took no responsibility for it whatsoever.
He turned into the hospital parking lot and pulled into a parking space close to the front door. “I’ve got some stuff to do, so I’m dropping you off. Text me when you’re ready to leave.”
It was her turn to glare at him. “Oh no you don’t. You started this whole thing, and now my daddy is training for our wedding like it’s the Senior Olympics. No way am I facing him alone.”
“Fine.” He shoved Cherry Cherry into park and turned off her engine. “But before we go in there, we need to get one thing straight. Last night wasn’t about scratching some goddamn itch.”
Scratching an itch? What did he mean? Oooooooh. “Um … do you have any um … medical conditions I should know about?”
“What?” His eyes went as squinty as reptilian slits.
“You said something about itching. I just … you know … wondered if there was something you wanted to tell me.” Her eyes locked onto his. “Like maybe you have something that’s causing a rash? Something I should know about?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“STDs are fairly common.” She worked her phone out of her back pocket. “I don’t know how common. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Thank God they’d used condoms.
“Jesus Christ.” He scrubbed his face with his hands. “I haven’t had this much trouble communicating with a female since I learned to speak.”
She pulled up Google and thumb typed. “Look, twenty percent of the US population has an STD.” She showed him her screen. “I think I’m okay. We used condoms. It’s all good.”
Was there something wrong with the condoms? Maybe she should google condom expiration dates. Did they have expiration dates?
“Oh my God, will you stop talking about STDs.” He gritted his teeth. “You are the only person in the world, besides the Dallas Cowboys, who can make me so damn mad.”
“What did I do now?” It looked like he didn’t want to see the map of the US showing which states had the highest population of STDs. It was kind of interesting—you were screwed if you lived in Louisiana, Mississippi, or Alabama. Then again, screwing was what had gotten them screwed in the first place. She turned her phone off and shoved it in her back pocket.
“What’s between us is about more than scratching an itch.” Heath stared out the front window and refused to look at her. That, more than anything, told her how upset he was with her.
“I actually used the words ‘scratching an itch’? That doesn’t sound like me.” Had she actually used those words? “I mean. I don’t have an STD, if that’s what you’re worried about it. I got checked after I found out Rob the Knob was riding bareback with Mistress Kailana.”
“What is it with you and STDs?” He turned to her, fists clenched and eyes blazing. “You don’t have an STD. I don’t have an STD. We don’t have an STD.”
“That’s good to know.” She felt her shoulders sag with r
elief. “I felt really bad about you having one of those rashes. I hear they can be really uncomfortable.”
“Oh my God.” He reached for her, unfastening her seat belt with one hand and lifting her onto his lap with the other. And then he was kissing her, his mouth ravenous on hers as he thrust his tongue inside her mouth and took her over. There was no other word for it, except maybe devoured. Yes, he devoured her, destroyed her, then left her wrecked and very aroused.