It sucks up all my attention.
It's exactly what I need.
His eyes fix on me. "You wore that skirt to drive me out of my fucking mind."
It's a minor infraction compared to everything else I've done, but it's enough.
"Answer me."
"Yes."
"You knew I couldn't touch you in front of Em."
Her name is a dagger to my chest. I push up the walls around my heart. Something, anything, to stop that guilt from flooding my body.
"Kaylee. Answer me." His voice is stern. It's a promise. Ananswer me or you'll regret it.
"Yes."
He takes a seat on the bed next to me. His hand rests on my thigh. It doesn't stroke or tease. It just sits there. "What did you want to happen?"
"I don't know."
"You do."
I shake my head. I really don't.
"Did you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes?"
"To drag you to the alley and split you in half?"
"Yes."
"What else?"
"I don't know. I just want you. It's all I can think sometimes."
"How?"
"Huh?"
His hand knots in my hair. He turns me so we're eye to eye. "Tell me how you wanted me. You were staring at me all night. You were thinking about me."
"I was."
"How?"
"About you bending me over the counter. Or the chair. Or ordering me onto my knees."
"And coming on those pretty, pink lips?"
"Yes."
"You like to tease me, angel?"
"Yes."