Page 69 of Fly Back to Me
I head for my bag and jacket I left up front, too furious to shrug on either before I practically skip to the door.
But as quick as I think my legs are, Cade’s are faster.
His hard chest presses against my side as he barricades the glass door with his arm. Hot sparks snap between us, erratic and electric when they stun me still.
“You know, I bet you’re a really nice view when I don’t have any baggage or bullshit to burden you with,” he taunts, his voice breathy. “I’d be at your beckoning call every minute of the day. Take you on a real date, bring you flowers or whatever the fuck it is you wanted.” He pivots his head to speak into my ear. “Until I decided I wanted to make youmywhore for the night. Notawhore.Mywhore. Get the difference?”
His mouth should offend me in every direction my mind goes, but all it does is return the fire that was stolen from me earlier.
I swallow thickly, my gaze lifting to the wildness swimming behind his blue-gray eyes. “You can stand here all pissed off, Olivia, I really don’t give a shit,” he says. “But you’re not leaving until I walk you to your car.”
Before I can let go of my breath, he brushes past me to close up the brewery.
He’s not asking or requesting.
He’stellingme what I’m going to do.
And it’s the easiest submission I’ve ever had to agree to.
Chapter 25
Olivia
“Okay, it’s Tuesday night,” I sigh, cuddling my knees to my chest with a Pinot Grigio in hand. “I think I’ve let enough time pass before I reach out to him.” My body sinks into the plush couch when I sip on the crisp wine, just waiting for Lauren to flash the green light.
“I think you can make him wait a little longer,” she says as she strolls her way into the living room.
“Ugh,” I grunt, tossing my head back. “It’ssohard. I deserve a medal for reserving my impulses.”
Lauren drops on the sofa, curling her legs at her side as she faces me. “You’re going to thank me for making him wait. He has a girlfriend at the moment, so being clingy and overbearing is not going to make Cade want to chase you. In fact, it’s not going to do shit.” Her hand slips into her copper waves as she pins me with a knowing smile.
I know she’s right.
I just don’t want her to be right.
I purse my lips, pivoting my head to catch the bonfire scene on the episode ofTemptation Islandplaying. “Maybe we’ll just see how I feel after this glass of wine.”
“Ah. You’re going to try to blame your actions on alcohol when you finally cave. Well played, Liv.Well played.”
I pop a shoulder, burying deeper into the throw pillows as I tug on the hem of my tank top. The images of tiki torches and tropical flowers bounce in front of me, but all I see is Cade’s stubbled lips. On me. Caressing me. “No one kisses someone like that if they’re in love with their girlfriend or boyfriend.”
“That good, huh?” Lauren asks.
“Fucking. Fireworks.”
Her palm taps my thigh through my pajama pants, knocking my daze from the TV to her. “What are you thinking of doing? Just texting him? Showing up at his brewery? What’s the actual goal here?”
I shake my head. “I don’t know if he’s even working tonight.”
“Wow, I’m shocked,” she retorts, her brown eyes swelling dramatically. “Given your level of stalking, I have to say, I’m a little disappointed in you. Not going to lie.”
My eyes roll as I return my attention to the distraught guy watching his girlfriend hook up with someone else.
This show knows no bounds.
“I guess there was always bound to be a flaw somewhere in my detective work,” I say. “Honestly, I blame it on his lips. They totally fucked the equilibrium of my brain.” My mouth meets the rim of the stemless glass, and the sweet wine soaks my tongue.
“Try texting him.”
