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I turned back to Lily. She was looking down at her phone with a fierce concentration I immediately hated. Who the hell was texting her all the time? Tyler Owens?
I plucked her phone out of her hand and slid into the booth across from her.
“Give it back,” she ground out, glaring at me.
“Why? Got something on here you don’t want me to see?”
“I don’t care what you see, I just want my phone back.”
Her phone was still open, and I scrolled through her messages.
“Cayden, give it to me.” She moved around the booth, reaching for the phone.
It wasn’t hard to hold it higher than her reaching hands. She leaned against me, a soft crease pressing between her auburn eyebrows. She was so close, I could count the dusting of freckles across her nose. I couldn’t stop staring at them.
“Stop being a dick, if you actually know how, and give it to me,” she demanded, falling into me when I let her think she might grab the cell, and then jerked it away.
Her chest pressed into mine, her forehead glancing off my chin. She was tumbling into me and couldn’t stop herself. I made no move to help. Her hands landed on my thighs as she tried to brace herself from falling right into my lap. Her small hand felt like a brand on my upper thigh. She froze there when she realized just how close we were. The edge of her hand was brushing my goddamn dick, and all I could think was how I wanted her to move an inch over and palm me. I was hard as hell and could have easily bucked against her touch and got off in my pants, right here in the diner, just from the reluctant pressure of her hand against me.
Nobody affected me like Lily. I’d rarely felt desire before her, and now that I’d been inside her and stretched her tight, virgin little pussy out to fit me perfectly, her body was the only thing that turned me on. I’d learned to want by worshiping at her altar, and she was the only thing I saw, even though anger filled me every time I looked at her, and even though she hated me right back.
“What don’t you want me to see, Bug?”
A muscle ticked in her jaw, but she held her tongue, giving me nothing in return.
“Have you been breaking my rules? Remember, I don’t share my things.”
“I’m not yours, Cayden. I should think the last week has made that pretty obvious.”
I shrugged. “Not to me.”
Her mouth pulled in a humorless smile. “Oh, really? So, you always treat your things like shit?”
“No,” I murmured as I lowered her phone and let her take it. She was still so close I could feel her breath against my lips. “I always break them. Be grateful I haven’t broken you yet, Freckles.”
She swallowed, and my gaze fell to her beautiful neck. I’d fantasized about strangling her enough these past few days, but now that I was so close to the delicate column, I wanted to leave my fingerprints on her creamy white skin; not to hurt, but to mark – a brand of ownership for all to see.
“Who says you haven’t?”
Her soft words hurt a little when they dug their claws in. She let me see her hurt for one shining moment, and it stole my breath.
“The fact that you think publishing your dirty little diary broke you only gives me ideas for the future, Bug. Be careful,” I teased her...or was it a warning? Maybe it was both. I couldn’t say for sure. I hadn’t planned on seeing Lily tonight, and I certainly hadn’t planned on speaking to her, and yet in the last ten minutes, I was happier than I’d been all week. Toying with my food had always been a hobby of mine, and now that Lily was my dinner it was endlessly enjoyable. She was the most fascinating person I’d ever met. Being around her relaxed something in me. A place of tension that was always simmering when she wasn’t around.
Her phone vibrated between us, and she jumped. I wondered if she’d been as lost in the spell between us as I had been. There was nothing in the world like the magic that sprang up when Lily was within reach.
She glanced down at her phone, and I followed, my gaze running across the message before I could stop myself.
We need to talk. Come straight home. Dad.
Right, the poisoned dart I’d set in motion before coming out for dinner was already speeding toward us. Lily’s face paled, her eyes widening and growing more vivid somehow, against her pallor.
She glanced up at me, biting one full lip with her white teeth.
“Sounds like Daddy dearest knows about California.”
My words sent even more color from her cheeks. Her green gaze burned into mine, accusation etched in those forest depths.
“You had to tell them sometime…it looks like that time is now,” I reminded her.
