Page 27 of Won't Let Go
“It’s not. It’s really not. I was pissed last night and now this.”
“I could tell you were mad. You know you can talk to me. Viper was doing what he does.”
“I’ve handled the Viper situation. That won’t happen again.”
Sitting up, I tuck my legs under me and keep the blanket firmly in place. “I don’t need you to protect me, Josh.”
On a yawn, he rubs the sleep from his eyes. “That’s not what I’m talkin’ about. He’s my brother. He doesn’t get to just…” Pausing a beat to gather his thoughts, Josh clears his throat. “Look. I’m sorry for last night and… that.” He notches his chin at me. “I would never intentionally touch you there without your consent.”
Rolling my eyes, I snort. “I know that, silly…”
Hold up.
Did he say without my consent? But…
My voice wobbles when I add, “You’d want to…ask… for…ya know?” I look down at my covered parts. The parts he’s referring to. Since when would he want to do that?
Tilting his head to the side, all adorable puppy-like, Josh’s lips twitch. “You’re sexy. Why wouldn’t I?”
Oh.
Ohhhh.
I grip the blanket tighter to my chest as this weird sensation swirls in my stomach. “Wait. You’re…You’re…” I shake my head. No. I’m not going there. Nope. Not happening.
Josh’s blue eyes bore into my mine when he says, “Attracted to you? Yes. If you permitted me to eat your pussy, I would.”
What?
“Josh!” I whisper-scream.
Running a hand through his bedhead, he flashes a whole lot of tattooed bicep as his lips stretch into a Cheshire grin. “What?”
Why the hell does he have to go looking that attractive in the morning? It should be illegal.
“You can’t say that,” I admonish with a quivery voice.
He bends his knee and rests an elbow there. “Why not? It’s true.”
“You would not want that.”
There’s no damn way.
“Jade. Seriously. Yes. I would. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Trust me. I’d want to.”
Oh.
My jaw damn near hits the bed. “Josh!”
Getting off the floor, the muscled biker adjusts the bulge in his boxers and leaves. He doesn’t say a word, he doesn’t rush, he just goes, leaving my bedroom door open in his wake… and I’m left… reeling, feelingthings.
My pussy gives a cursory clench like she’s feeling things too.
Nope. I’m not going there. Not now. Not ever.
Shaking off the morning chaos from my mind, I get out of bed, take a quick shower, and get dressed before heading to the kitchen to meet Josh, where we eat oatmeal and fruit in awkward silence. Every time I look at him, he’s staring almost painfully into his oatmeal, swirling the contents around, lost in thought.
And I hate it.
