Page 41 of Worth Loving You

Kissing up my chest, his mouth met mine again, but gently this time. “Mm, that’s better. Shit.” Huffing and straightening his spine, he ran his hands through his shaggy blond hair, tipping his face to the ceiling. “I can’t even recall the last time I went that long without sex. That shit hurt.”

Giggling, I smoothed a wrinkle in his shirt, arching a brow. “You didn’t entertain any of your other girls in New York?”

He snorted and pulled out, tucking himself back into his underwear before yanking his trousers to his waist. “Like I had time,” he sneered, brushing past me to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, he skimmed the contents and grabbed a soda. “Been too goddamn busy chasing your ass down.”

Crawling off the half wall, I discovered my panties were still hooked around one ankle, so I pulled them up, but didn’t bother to find anymore garments. When he took a sip of the drink, I stole the can to get a taste, as well.

“And did you learn your lesson?”

He chuckled, laying his arm across the backs of my shoulders. “Yes, I did. Chazzy is not to be bossed around.”

“Exactly. Grab some strawberries, I want a snack.”

His gaze smoldering, he groaned, “I got something you can snack on.”

Spinning on my toes, I grinned seductively, casting a wayward gaze. “That will be in my mouth, as well.”

“Shit.”

He grabbed the remaining box, slammed the fridge, and followed me to my room, shutting the door. Throwing his frame on the bed, leaning on the headboard, he flipped the lid and grabbed one, chomping down.

“So, how was your week? You miss me?”

I rolled a shoulder, settling down next to him to get a strawberry. “I mean, I guess.”

He bristled, blinking rapidly. “You guess?”

I brushed my fingertips over the leaves, dread weighting my stomach. “Had a bit of an issue while you were gone that was a tad distracting.”

“What’s that?” He tossed the end piece into the box and got another. “These are really frigging good. We should get more.”

“Mm hm.”

“What’s wrong? What happened?”

My sight flitted to the window, watching the lights from the street flicker and change. “I, uh…Around Tuesday afternoon, I started noticing a guy.”

“Excuse me? Okay, let’s get one thing straight, this is nonnegotiable. You are not to see anyone else. I know!” he started, holding his palm up and closing his eyelids, his brows creased high. “What you said about me being pushy, but this is where I draw the line.”

Squinting, I craned my neck to peer up at his profile. “What, you can keep seeing your other chicks, but I can’t see anyone but you?”

“I know it’s not fair, but yes.”

Snorting, I fanned my free hand out. “That’s bullshit.”

“Look, if you were just one of the others, fine, do what you want when I’m not around. But you are the head chick, the favorite, the main one. You are the one people are going to see me with. No. Uh uh. You are mine, or…”

I lifted my head and repositioned it to see him better, batting my lashes. “Or what?”

His nostrils flaring, his complexion darkening, he grumbled, “Or we have to end this, after all. I can’t do it, Chazzy. I can’t even stand to think about you being with another man. No!” he roared, slicing his hand through the air. “I get the whole respect thing, but not here, not this subject. Mine or not at all! I won’t share you, not you!”

The corner of my mouth curled with a hint of satisfaction. This man was totally sprung on me. How the hell did I manage that? I wish I knew what I did, so I could make sure I never stopped. This was awesome.

I bit off a piece of my strawberry, my amusement waning. “Calm down, that’s not what I meant. You’re the only one.”

“Then what did you mean?”

Shrugging, I licked at a drop of juice that trickled over my fingers. “I dunno. He was just there, every time I turned around.”