Page 45 of Curvy Cabin Fever
Not now, Little M.
“I don’t have to explain shit,” Rhett mutters.
“Well,” I say, stepping down so I’m closer to him, his scent hitting me as the wind shifts.
Fucking yum.
“You do.”
Rhett glares at me and shakes his head, continuing to shovel the snow.
“Is it because you wanted her first? Or that you wanted her to yourself?”
Rhett stops, whirling to face me with eyes wide, his teeth gritted together.
“Ex-fucking-cuse me?”
Ooh, I hit a nerve.
“So I’m right,” I comment, hating that my stupid little heart breaks a little at the realization that it wasn’t me he was jealous about; it was her.
I shouldn’t care; I should be glad he’s finally foundsomeonehe is interested in. Hell, if he’d said first off that he wanted her to himself, I’d have been his wingman—anything to see him smile.
Liar, liar, pants on fire!a voice niggles at me, and I press my lips together.
“I don’t care who she fucks.”
I arch a brow. “No? So why throw the worst insult you could at her?”
I know I’m pushing his buttons, but I don’t care. This man has to take responsibility for his actions. Poor Aria didn’t deserve it, and neither did we.
“Are you jealous that I fucked her?” I can’t stop getting in his face, wanting to see his raw reaction. “That I made her come? That she screamed my name? Is that it? Huh?”
Rhett stares at me, anger swirling in his eyes. “Morgan, I’m warning you now, shut the fuck up.”
But I’m a sucker for pain. Always have been, always will be.
“Every time I fuck someone, you’re like this,” I say, realization hitting me hard. I frown at him as his eyes widen, his face losing color.
“Is it…me?” I swallow as he blinks, but he’s almost gray now, and it’s not from the cold; it’s from my words. “Are you jealous of her, too? Becauseshegot to fuckme?”
Rhett shoves me, but I grip his coat, tugging him close to me, closer than he’s ever been before. Our mouths are close, our breathing heavy, and I see it—the moment when his gaze flickers to my mouth.
“You think about me, don’t you?” I whisper, my heart fluttering in my chest.
I’ve dreamt of this moment. Where Rhett leans forward and claims my lips?—
But Rhett yanks himself away, shaking his head and cursing.
I stand there, fully aware that Rhett Callahan nearly lost controlwith me.I saw it in his eyes, in his gaze, and fuck me, I’ve never wanted him more.
“You gonna keep ignoring this, Callahan?” I call out, unable to stop myself. I’m almost giddy with delight—no matter what he says now, I saw it—the lust in his eyes.
He wants me, and I’vealwayswanted him.
“Ignorewhat?”Rhett huffs, stabbing his shovel into the ground. “You’re fucking crazy, you know that?”
I step closer, yanking the fucking shovel out of his hands and tossing it down the driveway.
