AllFreeNovel
Share Us
His mouth breaks from mine in a sharp gasp, and I fist his hair, agitated and on fire, so turned on I want to bark an order at him not to stop. How dare he?
The side of his hand glides along his bottom lip as he looks at me warily. He’s breathing heavy—I mean, we both are.
“Time out,” he says.
I press my lips together and close my eyes, trying to take a deep breath to diffuse my irritation and my lust.
His gaze turns assessing. “Something’s different.”
My jaw clenches. “No shit.”
“No, I mean… Actually, I’m not sure what I mean.”
I point at the bathroom. “Are we gonna keep going, or should I go ahead and take a cold shower?”
“Where is this going?” he asks, anxiety lacing his tone.
“If you’re not dying to get off at this point, dude, I don’t know what to tell you. Guess this isn’t your thing after all.”
He ignores my pissy attitude and starts unbuttoning his shirt. “I was about to come in my pants. That’s why I stopped. But also—what’s going on with you?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean—for someone who likes being choked, you’re pretty fucking aggressive.”
“Any other critiques?”
“It’s not a criticism.”
“‘Fucking aggressive’ is a compliment?”
“I just wasn’t expecting it.”
He was the one frozen and shaking like a hypothermic puppy, and that makes me aggressive? “I was only kissing you.”
“If we’re fighting, this is a stupid fight,” he says.
“That’s never stopped us.”
“Point.” He undoes the last button, but instead of sliding the shirt off his shoulders, he lets it hang open, exposing the white, sleeveless undershirt beneath.
Hot. Hot. Why does he have to be so fucking hot? “What’s your problem?”
“Who said I had a problem?” he asks, looking genuinely confused.
Fine. I’ll just say it. “I don’t think you want this.”
His eyes narrow. “Want what, Olivier?”
“To have sex with me.”
His entire face changes. He looks at me like I just put on a clown mask, and to be honest, I feel like I did. This wouldn’t be the first time my big mouth got me in trouble. Not even the first time tonight. “Can we take this one step at a time, please?”
“Meaning what? What does one step at a time look like to you, Drew?” I laugh, and it comes out derisive. “Because we might need to turn back the clock, and instead of putting your hands around my neck you hold my hand first instead.”
He raises his palms in surrender. “I get it. Okay? If you’re trying to remind me what an asshole I was, I don’t need reminding. But you weren’t exactly an angel either. Not that it justifies what I did.”
I sigh as loudly and obnoxiously as possible. “I wish you’d forget about that. Obviously, I was into it.”
