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What are you doing? This is stupid.
And it was. Beyond stupid. I was smarter than this. Better than this. But I had a plan. What was the harm in getting something out of this while I executed it?
I turned the key in the lock and slowly pressed the door handle. The room was pitch-black as I slipped inside and quietly closed the door.
My back hit the old wood and a solid body caged me against it. “You’re late. And you know how I feel about waiting.”
Like you ever cared about making me—
My thoughts screeched to a halt when his mouth slammed against my neck. It was rough, hungry, as if it had been weeks since he’d tasted me instead of days.
Instantly I melted at the feel of his hands on my hips. Strong. In command. Expert.
He knows what to do too well.
I squeezed my eyes closed to stop my brain. I didn’t want to think. Only feel.
“For someone who needed me now, you took your sweet time,” he growled against my ear.
Something about the way he spoke the words, the way I felt them as they covered me, made me feel only the way he could. No matter how I tried to make it stop.
“Would you believe traffic was a nightmare?” I asked breathlessly as I gripped his shoulders.
They were broad, solid muscle, and sturdy. Like they could be leaned on when I needed support. But they couldn’t be.
He nipped the crook of my neck.
“Garrett.” His name slipped out before I could stop it.
He pressed me harder into the door. “You know what it does to me when you say my name.”
Because no one called him that but me.
I tilted my head back to give him better access to my neck. His lips moved in an impossible way. They feathered over my shoulder, yet branded me, hot and searing, with every touch. The contradiction was too much.
I ground my hips against him. His jeans and my thin dress did nothing to disguise the hard desire that pressed against me.
His body was so big, it dwarfed me. Gave me a false sense of protection. Because Garrett Calhoun was anything but safe.
I hated him.
For what he’d done to me all those years ago. For the effect he still had on me now. For taking up any space in my brain.
This . . . it was only physical. But I was so close to addicting him to these little trysts.
And this time, I wouldn’t be the one left in pieces. He would be.
Chapter Six
Cal
Every timeI was with her, it was like a drive-by.
I got a hit of what I needed, then felt used when she immediately got dressed and left. The only thing missing was the money on the nightstand.
I should’ve put a stop to this weeks ago. Should’ve never sent that text that set this thing into motion.
We were old news no one had ever known about but the two of us. It wasn’t going to work out then, and it sure as hell wouldn’t now. Not even just sex.
