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I was wrong. So fucking wrong.
It was mind-blowing. That’s saying something because fucking her four years ago had been a revelation. This time around put the first to shame.
She’s tight, hot, and wet. She’s still as sweet and dirty as before, but now she’s a woman who’s got confidence, who could have any man she wanted. She—
I sit up and frown as she starts going through drawers.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Sarah doesn’t look at me. “Getting dressed. You should too. And go. Add the notch. I don’t know . . . do you add another notch when you have another go-around with a woman? Or is it some kind of gold star system? Do it five different times and I win a steak set?”
What the fuck? Now, she’s pissing me off.
I get up and stalk over to her, ripping her T-shirt away and picking her resisting body up and carrying her back to the bed where I dump her.
Damn it. Why the fuck is she thinking of covering all that glorious naked flesh? I don’t mind undressing her. I like the idea. But she’s already naked, and I wasn’t lying about her cunt and her tits. They’re fucking beautiful and I could look at them all day.
As long as I’m allowed to touch.
Okay, I’d be fine with just gazing at that radiant naked flesh and calling it mine.
“I’m out of steak sets, Sadie-Sarah. What’s up?” I point at her, and she half raises her hand to cover her breasts but drops it back down.
“It was a mistake. A one-time thing. I can’t go there with you. Not again.”
“You’re lying, sweet Sarah.” Her defenses are up, and I think she’s building some kind of moat. Screw that shit. “I heard and saw you masturbating to me in the shower.”
“Because you’re a pervert,” she huffs.
“Guilty as charged when it comes to you. But after that, you begged me to stay. I gave you a chance. I gave you the opportunity to tell me to leave.”
“I was caught up.”
I take a breath and try to get my rising temper back in its cage. I’m also sporting a semi because she’s that hot and whatwe did wasn’t nearly enough. “And we had fucking hot sex. Way hotter than before, and that . . . that was just a taste, a start, and you know it. It’s like every time we reach a moment you run.”
“I can’t do this with you again. I can’t.” She won’t look at me and two spots of red tint her cheeks.
I push a hand through my hair. “Sarah, I’ve been an idiot, okay? I realize that. I guess I shoved so much of what happened that time in Waterman Heights away because I didn’t think I’d ever see you again. You lived there, I don’t, and . . . you know, things happen. And you walk in, looking so different, and I deliberately missed the similarities. But we’re doing this again. And again. And if you want a knife set, I’ll damn well buy you one. But we’re doing this again”
She half laughs but doesn’t look up. “This changes nothing. We’re not doing this. I told you, I can’t.”
“Lies. You’re lying. To yourself and to me.”
“Don’t tell me what I think. That’s as bad as telling a woman to smile.”
“I’ve never said that to a woman before in my life.”
She snorts then makes an exaggerated sniffing sound. “No. I bet they fall all over themselves to smile at you in the hopes you’ll—”
“Buy them a knife set? Nah, that’s for you, Sarah. Just you.” I sit next to her, take her face, and gently make her look at me.
“Don’t.” She sounds a little broken.
Those defenses of hers are there all right, but there are cracks because no matter what she says, she wants me. I can hear that in the hitch in her breath, the way she almost sways into me.
So, I kiss her. I’m not about to play fair. I kiss her long and deep. She sighs, her tongue meeting mine in a tango of a kiss, and that semi starts to morph.
Christ, she’s so erotically addictive.
