When he speaks, his voice is a dangerous growl, low and sensual, the voice of a man who knows how to get exactly what he wants. “You want me to kiss you again, Chaos? Give you a second chance to show me what that pretty mouth can do?” His thumb grazes my bottom lip, and my breath catches. “You think you can do better? I doubt it.”
How the hell is this working? I am a grown woman, confident in her own skin. This childish game should not be making my knees weak or my heart flutter or my thighs press together.
“You’re evil,” I whisper.
For some reason, that makes him smile. “You still want to kiss me though.”
“Do not.”
He eases closer, the heat of his words fanning across my burning cheeks. “Liar.”
Okay, fine. I want to kiss Elliott again. I want him to pin me against this counter and kiss me until neither of us can breathe. I want him to lift me up and fit his hips between my knees and grind himself against me so hard that I shatter.
My eyelids flutter closed and maybe…just maybe… my back arches and my chest thrusts forward and…
Nothing happens.
Not a damn thing.
When I open my eyes, all I see is Elliot’s back as he walks away.
CHAPTER 37
ELLIOTT
Shit.
CHAPTER 38
ELLIOTT
August
Should I get another dog?
Do you want another dog?
What kind of stupid question is that?
Everyone wants another dog
The dolly’s squeakywheels are really starting to give me a headache as I drag yet another keg to the storage room. I set the thing next to the others and then head back for the next one. Usually, our delivery driver, Stan, carts everything in, but today I need to keep myself busy.
What the hell was I thinking, kissing Loren this morning?
I’ve spent every moment since plagued by the reality of that kiss. Not because it was incredible—and it was absolutely fan-fucking-tastic—but because a kiss is something you can’t take back. Once you do it, that’s it. Lines have been crossed and there is no way to revert to being “just roommates.”
Unless I don’t acknowledge what happened.
We gave into temptation, it was shit-hot, and now we know this spark between us could burn the whole fucking building down. Questions have been answered, flames have been stoked, and now it’s time to let the coals turn to cold ash.
Eventually, we will both forget about it, and everything will go back to the way it was.
Unless Loren brings it up.
What am I going to do then?
August stalks into the storage room, clipboard in hand and a pencil tucked behind his ear. When he sees me, his mouth flattens. “You’re a fucking idiot.”
