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“Only when it comes to you. In everything else, I’m in charge.”
“So you think, anyway.” She leans closer. “You think you’re so in control, but here you are anyway. What’s the end game, Gareth? You kiss me? You fuck me? Lift me up on the counter, spread my legs, lick my pussy until I scream? I’ll let you do it. You know I will. But what about after?”
I stare at her, pain lancing into my heart. She’s right to ask, and it kills me, because that’s what I want. Her legs wrapped around my neck, pushing me tighter as my tongue laps at her lovely clit.
I want her moans, her screams in my ears. I want her taste flooding my mouth.
I want my drool on her inner thighs, my bite marks above her breasts.
I want her claimed, owned, twitching with pleasure.
“Does there have to be an after?” I lean forward, brush my lips against hers. “Does there need to be anything else but right now?”
And I kiss her.
Chapter43
Fiona
That stupid asshole kisses me.
We were having fun. A little harmless flirting, nothing more.
But he takes it too far and kisses me.
I can’t believe it. He says theexact wrong thing, and he still has the nerve to kiss me. I put both hands on his chest and shove him back as hard as I can. I’m small, he’s big, but I have the element of surprise—and a little leverage from the counter behind me.
He takes a couple steps back, eyes wide.
“You idiot,” I say, shaking my head. All the playfulness is gone now. “There’s only right now? Are you insane?”
His jaw works. “What do you want from me, Fiona? I’m moving to Boston. You’re staying here. What else can I do?”
“I don’t know,” I say, frustrating finally hitting its peak. I throw up my hands in disgust.
“You’re the one flirting with me, you know.”
“I’m aware of that. It’s frustrating, okay? I like flirting with you. It feels good.”
God, I’m so beyond confused.
Because I want him to kiss me. I want him towantme. I love flirting with him, I love teasing him, and I love getting teased most of all.
Except, I need to havesomeself-respect here.
“This isn’t easy for me either,” he says as if that makes a difference. “I’m trying to do what’s best for everyone.”
“Oh, so coming home and telling me how much you missed me isbestright now?”
He looks away. “All right, maybe not that.”
“Let’s just call this what it is, okay, Gareth? You’re pawning me off on a job.”
“No, that’s not—”
“You knew bringing me to Boston with you would only complicate your little adventure, so when the opportunity to send me away presented itself, you jumped on it. No, I don’t think you searched out the Appalachian Peaks thing on purpose. I believe you when you say Janine mentioned it off-hand, but that doesn’t change what happened. The job’s a consolation prize. A little offering, a way to say, ‘hey, sorry for ditching you, good luck.’ Please don’t pretend otherwise.”
He stares at me, eyes wide. I turn away, storming off. I make it to the edge of the living room before he follows. “You’re wrong,” he says, his voice forceful. “God, you’re so wrong. You think it was easy for me, watching you get that job? You think Iwantedany of that? If you had come to me and said you weren’t taking the job and you were coming to Boston, I might’ve tried to talk you out of it at first, but I would’ve been so fucking happy.”
