Propositioning Love

“Yes, but not for water right now,” I say roughly.

My hands slowly release from the tight fists, aching for something so much more.

She starts to back up as it dawns on her just what I want.

“I thought we could watch movies…” she says, but there’s a questioning tone to her voice.

She has to know that movies are not on the list of things I want right now.

Reaching for the bottle in her hand, I smile at her and take it into my own. The cold plastic and perspiration provides only a second of relief from the hot swirls of heat filling my body.

Continuing to invade her personal space, I grin at her. “Movies are boring.”

“TV shows?” she asks, and I’m not sure if she’d bolt if she thought she could get past me.

“No.”

She’s mine. Should I feel bad that I’m more than willing to knock her up to keep her? Maybe, but who gives a shit? She’s going to be mine one way or the other, she just has to come to the same realization.

When we were negotiating, I offered her thirty days only as a way to get her to agree.

What I really want is a fucking lifetime.

Backing into the kitchen counter, she glances behind herself and mutters, “Shit.”

My hands come to rest on either side of her, the bottle pushed onto the counter. Leaning down over her, I kiss her the top of her head before she looks up to stare into my eyes.

“We still need to talk, Bry. I mean we can’t just…” she trails off as my lips kiss the side of her jaw lightly, then slowly move up to her lips.

Pulling back from her, I smirk. “Can’t what?”

“Huh?” she asks as her eyes open.

“Can’t what, Zoe?” I ask again.

“Oh, I don’t…” she mumbles before my lips brush against hers.

Her lips push back, suddenly hard against my own. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pull her tightly to my chest.

“So, I think we’ve settled everything that we needed to talk about for the night.”

“Umm…” is all she gets out before I slant my mouth across her own, my tongue pushing into her mouth to sear her taste into my senses.

Zoe

I’ve never been the type of girl to go boy-crazy over a guy. In fact, I’ve always been rather mystified when other girls do. I could never understand how their entire world suddenly centered around whatever guy they were into. Or how the guy could talk them into doing things they normally wouldn’t do.

But as Bry’s mouth slants over mine, his tongue thrusting past my lips, I totally get it now.

My head swims, flooded with hormones and urges I don’t know how to control. Never has another man made me feel like this. Made me feel so much my body has completely disconnected from my head.

Logically, I know this is all hormones and primal attraction, but it doesn’t make it any easier to resist. If anything, my inability to keep my wits about me only increases the pull.

I wonder if this is what a fish experiences when it sees the worm on a hook. I shouldn’t. I know I shouldn’t, yet I’m still going for it.

The counter digs into the small of my back as his body pushes against my body. He’s caging me in, but I don’t feel trapped. No, as one hand grips the counter beside me and his other arm wraps tighter around me, I feel safe. Protected.

His body isn’t a weapon he’s using against me, it’s a strength he’s offering me. And despite the faint warning blaring in the back of my head, telling me to remember that we need to slow down… That in thirty days there will be repercussions…

I can’t stop this now.

There’s a million reasons we shouldn’t be doing this again. A million reasons that crumble to dust and float away. Forgotten.

All there is, all that exists in my little world right now, is him. I want to be consumed by him, I realize. For once in my life, I want to go up in flames and watch my whole little world burn down.

My sad, little world.

Fuck tomorrow.

“Zoe,” he growls, the low rumble vibrating past my lips and rolling down my throat. “If you want me to stop, tell me now.”

Bry’s the real deal, I know it. He could have walked away easily. He had every out. Yet he didn’t. His actions say it all.

And even if he eventually loses interest, or makes a run for it, at least I can say I enjoyed every moment we had.

I didn’t fucking squander it.

Fisting the front of his shirt in my hands, I yank him closer and groan,” Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”

He makes a strangled noise and then he’s attacking my mouth as his arms move. I’m so caught up in our kiss, so focused on the sweet glide and rub of our tongues, I squeak in surprise when my feet leave the floor.