Page 79 of Tomorrow Belongs to Us
“So fast?” she cries. “We haven't seen one another for eleven years.”
“Do you want to be with me, Megan? Or do you just want me to fuck you?”
“I love it when you talk dirty, Mr. Turner.”
She calls me that when she wants to get a reaction out of me. I stare ahead of me, fighting the urge to give in to her.
“We can fuck now,” she offers. I hate that word coming from her lips. I grit my teeth together, trying to not think about her offer even as my cock strains inside my pants.
Because I do want to fuck her. I want to fuck her so badly. But I also want to make love to her. I want to cherish her and treat her with the respect and understanding she deserves. I turn to her with a heavy heart, my emotions thrashing with my reasoning. I turn to her. “Do you want to be with me?” It's my turn to play the devil's advocate.
“Be ... with... you?” Her brows push together as if she doesn’t understand.
“I want to be with you. Even though you say you want it to be fake, that tonight was fake, you must have felt the chemistry between us.”
“I felt something.” Her mischievous smile sends shivers through me. I wish she wouldn't make everything be related to sex. I wish she’d stopped using innuendoes. This isn't how she used to be.
She goes to reach for my hardness again, but I grab her wrist, preventing her. “Just go, Megan.” With much effort, I move her hand away.
She slides towards the door. “Just think about it. In five minutes we could be naked and—”
“Go.”
“Grumpy guts.”
I do want her. I want us to try again. I want my second chance with her.
But not like this.
She climbs out of the car. “Wait.” She bends down and looks at me. “Why don’t you come in?”
“I want to do things properly. I want to see you again, and you can lie to yourself and say you don’t want me, but you do—”
“If course I do. I’m ready to—”
“Not. Like. That.”
She pouts.
“Let’s try it and see. Let’s try a few dates.”
She swallows. The shimmering jewels on her dress glisten under the interior car light. “A … date?”
I nod. “A date, talking and getting to know one another, slowly. We don’t have to take it anywhere but slow and steady.”
She seems to consider it. “Well … I don’t know.”
At least she didn’t shut me down.
“I’ll call you.”
Chapter 30
MEGAN
I've taken Arla up on her offer.
She's given me a free pass to her spin class with Scott. I walk into the room a few minutes late and am met with the sight of slim people in second-skin lycra tops and shorts, sitting on their bikes. Arla waves at me, and in the sea of lycra and metal, I navigate my way to her.
