Page 115 of Forever Never
“How can you want to talk when your erection is trying to tunnel its way into me right now?”
On a groan, he stood and dropped her in the chair she’d originally occupied. “Stay. Talk,” he said, sitting back down.
“Geez. Someone might lose an eye around that thing,” she said, admiring how his stupid dick strained against its confines.
He sat down again and picked up his forgotten coffee to take a sip.
“Well, that little slap on my ass goes pretty far in reassuring me,” she said.
He choked as he tried to swallow and inhale at the same time. “Reassuring you about what?” he asked, mopping coffee out of his beard. It was sweet with the creamer and reminded him of her.
“I thought you’d go into a Brick spiral and take thirty steps back after tonight,” she said.
“A Brick spiral?”
“When you let yourself get a little too close to what you want and then you…I don’t know, leave the island for an entire summer to make sure you don’t get it.”
He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the back of the chair. “Remi,” he sighed. “I’m sorry about that.”
Thinking about her eager hands cupping him through his jeans as he pinned her against a wall in an alley wasn’t helping him focus on what she needed to talk to him about.
How could he want her so much when what they’d just done had gutted him, emptied him, then refilled him? How could he want to do so many other things to her?
“Tell me why you left that way,” she said. “Tell me that, and then I can tell you my thing.”
He heaved a sigh and swiped a hand over his face. “Fine. When we were in that alley. When you…”
“Grabbed your cock?” she offered smugly.
“Touched me,” he corrected, shooting her a warning look. “I knew there was nothing that would keep me from touching you back. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you. I knew I’d spend the rest of that summer worshipping your body.”
“No wonder you hightailed it,” she said with sarcasm.
“You were always going to leave at the end of summer. No matter what, you were going to pack up and move on, and I’d be left here. Without you. I wouldn’t survive that if I knew what it felt like to make you mine. If I knew what it was like to have you on your knees in front of me like a good girl or bent over like a bad girl. I wouldn’t be able to function without you.”
“Soyouleft,” she prompted softly.
He pinned her with his gaze. “It was better if I didn’t have you. Because then I could pretend.”
“Pretend what?”
“I could pretend that what I felt for you wasn’t real.”
She let out a breath. She was back to looking small and forlorn. But if he went to her now, he’d just end up fucking her against the glass as the sun came up.
He knew her. Inside out. So he dug into his Remington Ford survival pack. “Did you really think I’d have regrets about being with you after tonight?” he asked.
She shot him her “no shit, Sherlock” look. “The thought may have crossed my mind.” She watched him over the rim of her mug, and he tried not to focus on the fact that he could see a little triangle of purple satin between her legs when she pulled her knees up to her chin. “You let yourself off your leash. You let me in.”
That he had.
“If I did anything that upset or hurt you, Remi—”
“You’re still trying to find something wrong with it,” she scoffed. “Can’t you just sit with the fact that we did something amazing and wild and wonderful together?”
“I’m not sure if I’m capable of that.” The purple satin had a streak of wet in the very center. He wanted to go to sleep with his face pressed against it.
“I just need you to understand a few things. First, whatever we do together is exactly right. I can hear your distressed inner monologue about striking a woman and leaving a mark—”
