“Getting fucked,” she adds cheerfully to which I’m tipsy enough that I’m giggling as she says it. We sip our drinks in unison.
Skar doesn’t come home tonight. And I don’t bother checking my phone to read the message he sent in his stead.
Chapter Forty-Six
Skar
I didn’t sleep last night, which was arguably stupid. I didn’t sleep much the night before that either, butgod, I don’t regret it.
I can still feel her tight pussy clenching around my cock. Just the thought has my blood running south all over again, but I force myself to concentrate on the road as I drive.
I should’ve called her last night. I should’ve told her I wasn’t coming home because things were busy at work. But I sent a text and now all I can think about is whether or not she’s been thinking about us too.
God knows I want her. I’m tired of fighting it. I’m tired of dancing around it, but things have always been complicated between us.
Hot and cold, back and forth, should we or shouldn’t we.
There are a million reasons we shouldn’t, but everytime I think of one, I can find three more reasons that it doesn’t fucking matter.
She’s it for me.
Strong and sarcastic as hell. She knows just how to challenge me, how to push me over the edge. I used to think she would be the death of me. Maybe that’s still true, but I’d die on my knees a thousand times if it meant she was the one to deliver the blow. I guess that’s what you do when you love someone. You’d do anything for them.
The challenge is being able to tell her without scaring her off. One wrong move, and I’ll screw everything up.
Even though that night changed things for me, she isn’t ready yet. She reacts to me, is attracted to me, and wants the sex just as badly as I do. But when I woke up, she was gone. Maybe it was shame- or guilt. So maybe she isn’t ready now, but I’ll wait until she is.
I cleared the schedule tonight and changed a couple of meetings around so that Aleks can accompany me after lunch, but I have to see her. She’s the only thing I can think about. I’m just hoping I didn’t fuck things up by not calling.
By the time I’m home, I’m about a few moments from passing out. Work took it out of me. Climbing the stairs up to the house is a chore. It’s quiet inside, most of the servants already cleaning the upper level rooms.
I know for a fact that Charlotte’s already awake, but she could be out for a run. Or she might be out with Liv like she had been yesterday.
I’m tempted to text and see where she’s at, but I halt when I walk into the kitchen and spot her standing at the island. She’s wearing nothing but a shirt that’s entirely too big on her. Suddenly, I’m wide awake. She glances up at me, surprise flitting over her face at seeing me.
She hides it behind a sip of coffee, crossing a bare leg behind her ankle as she looks down at her phone.
“You’re back early.”
Distant, cold, a switch turned off.It grates me like nothing else.
“Thought I might catch a few hours of sleep before I head back in.”
I’m shrugging off my blazer and throwing it across the counter, trying all too hard not to imagine what it would be like to trace the lines of her legs with my mouth. I fail. I fail so goddamn badly, already hard as hell.
She doesn’t glance up from her phone as she says “Aleks was looking for you. Said he was going in with you today.”
“Yeah,” my voice is gruff. “Later,” I say, and before I let myself forget, I add: “Come to dinner with me tonight.”
Her green eyes lift toward me, noting that I’ve walked closer. I can see her hesitation, her reluctance, as clear as day. “Who will be there?”
I step closer, close enough that she takes a step back into the counter. I pause, waiting for the moment she might shut down- run. “Just us.”
Two words. No taking them back.
She’s quiet, drawing her lips into her mouth as if she’s ready to object. I don’t let her, lifting her by the waist and setting her on the counter. Her hands grip my shirt, lips parted as I spread her legs and stand between them, effectively silencing her.
She feels so fucking good. Just the sight of her waist between my hands, her hair falling over her shoulders, her neck bared for me…