Matched

I look at him. He's angry. He hates being forced to do the dating thing.

He just wants to take me home and fuck me the way he said he would.

It turns me on completely.

"But Marina…"

"Who do you want to please? Yourself or Marina?"

"She's my best friend."

"What am I?"

I don’t know what to say. "I don’t know what you are."

"I'm a man who wants you."

"That's not enough."

"Do you want me?" he asks, his hands spread out.

"Yes," I say, "but—"

"Then you got me. Let's go."

He takes my hand and pulls me to him, his arms around me, trapping me in his embrace. He kisses me and I can feel his frustration in his kiss, in the way his arms hold me tightly.

I do want him.

He wants me.

Why can't that be good enough, for God's sake?

"Fuck it," I say when he breaks the kiss. "Let's get the hell out of here before Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome comes looking for

me."

Jon looks pleased, but he stops, and there's this look in his eyes. Teasing. "You think he's handsome?"

"It's obvious."

"More handsome than me?" he says, a grin starting. He presses me against the wall, his fingers digging into my ribs, tickling me. I squeal, then cover my mouth to stifle my laugh.

When he stops, we stand together, our faces inches away. He has his arms spread on either side of me, his body pressed possessively against mine.

"Well? Is he?"

"No," I say because it's true. Jon is not only more handsome, he's actually beautiful, in a masculine way. His face is all perfect lines and angles, his eyes large and blue with thick lashes. His dark blond hair falls in his eyes in that sexy way that I've always secretly admired. His lips are full and soft. There's just enough scruff to remind you that he's all man. He's ripped, tall, and he has that easy smile and twinkle in his eye that suggests so much.

I want him more than anything.

"So, what are you waiting for? I'm yours."

"As what?" I can't not ask the question.

"As your lover. Isn't that good enough?"

I don’t say anything for a moment. "Exclusive?"