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“You are the only one comparing anything here.”
“I know that.” I threw my hands up in the air, “You probably think I’m totally stupid, but from where I come from, guys like you don’t date girls like me.”
“Guys like me? What the hell kind of guy am I?”
“Rich guys.”
“Ember, Jesus H. Christ, why does money have to be such a big deal?”
“It’s not.”
He stepped back like I’d slapped him. “It’s not? That’s funny because you’re sure making it a big deal.”
“Colt—” he cut me off before I could say more.
“And this whole ‘guys like you,’ and ‘girls like me’ is shit, pure shit. Only we can decide who we are and who we want to be. You want to be more than you are? Then do something about it. I didn’t go to school over half my life to wait tables. I worked my ass off so that I could do something good.”
I stared at him. Obviously, I had hit a nerve, and it was a very big nerve.
“I’m sorry,” I said quietly. “I didn’t mean to make you angry. You asked what I was thinking about.”
Colt closed his eyes, and his shoulders rose and fell slowly as he calmed himself down. When he opened them, the anger that had been blaring in his irises had faded.
“No, I owe you an apology. You’re right. I did ask you, and I shouldn’t have just gotten pissed off because you were sharing your feelings.”
“They why did you get pissed off?”
Colt moved so he was right in front of me and took my face between his hands. I was beginning to love when he did that. It made me feel things I had never felt before, like cherished.
“I wasn’t angry, I was frustrated. You put yourself down, and I don’t like that. I want you to see yourself as I see you. You’re a beautiful, smart, funny woman. What you have in your bank account and what I have in mine mean nothing. That is just numbers. It’s what’s in your heart, inside your soul that describes the person you are,” and right then another crusty piece chipped away from my heart. “Ember, I want you to not only see what I see, but feel what I feel.” He came closer as he spoke until our lips were only a breath apart. “I want you to understand that you are worth every single minute of someone’s day and that you should never come second to anything.”
I wanted to believe him, but I wanted to feel his lips on mine more.
As if he had read my mind—or maybe the wish was reflected in my face—he closed the final distance and brushed his lips to mine. Unlike last night where he only gave me a brief kiss, this one lasted longer, and when a whimper drifted from my chest, he wrapped an arm around my waist and tilted my head to the side so he could kiss me completely—and to hell with any person who didn’t approve of our public display of affection. I opened my lips with the coaxing of his warm tongue and curled my arms under his to pull him as tightly to me as I could. He wanted me to feel what he felt? What exactly did he feel? Was his blood on fire like mine was? Were his toes tingling? Was his mind singing?
He slowed the kiss and although I didn’t want him to, I allowed him to pull away. “Holy hell, woman,” he whispered as he rested his forehead against mine. “If you get me that worked up with one kiss, we are in for a long four weeks.”
I didn’t know if that was good or bad, but I couldn’t help but laugh out loud just the same because he had just nailed my own feelings on the head.
