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“Yes. I think she’ll be okay, but I don’t know.”

“Yeah, it’s fucked up. How could a child do that to his mother?”

I rub my fingertips on my forehead. “I don’t understand it.” I shake my head.

He moves me around to face him. My eyes meet his.

Shit. I could fall like a Colorado boulder for this man.

Tumble and fall hard.

His fingers pinch my chin. His mouth lowers. It touches mine.

Everything from the night before, all the anxiety, heartbreak, and anger melts away from his kiss.

It’s frightening.

Our lips break apart from the brief yet erotic union.

I want more.

That’s the thing with him. It’s never enough.

His thumb gently rolls over my chin. “Why don’t you go take a hot shower? Maybe it’ll help relax you.”

“I already took a shower, but I can think of something else that would relax me.” I look up, challenging him.

“Little doses, remember?”

“Yeah. Well, I need something more potent to help what ails me today. So unless you can provide me with that, I’m afraid I’ll just have to deal with this the old-fashioned way.”

His eyebrow arches. “And how’s that?”

“I’ll ignore it.” I shrug. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“That’s not very healthy.”

“Neither is having to be stuck here with you.” I push by him.

He grabs my arm and pulls me against his hard body. “You don’t like it here?”

“No.”

“Why?”

I stare at him, wagering on telling him the truth. “I just want to go to Aunt Willa’s so I don’t have to… You know what? It doesn’t matter.” I push against his chest

“It does matter.” He holds me tighter. “What you want matters.” His eyes roam my face. “What do you want, Harper?”

You! I want you!

I want to scream it at the top of my lungs, but for some reason, he refuses to give me what I want. He walks around in nothing but jeans, flaunting his muscular chest and tanned, begging to be touched by the sun skin. He flashes me his sexy little smiles that speak of promise and knowing. There’s no doubt about it. This man knows how to make a woman bend to his will.

Succumb to his every wish and command.

Maybe he’s not interested in me. Perhaps, it’s all in my head. Although, I usually have good intuition on things like this.

The morning kisses and the lying in his arms all night must mean something. What does he want from me? What is he waiting for? Why won’t he have sex with me?

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