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Two could play this game. She straightened and looked at him head on. “I don’t have to like you to want to fuck you, Ryan.”
At her use of a cussword, his eyes widened then darkened as the truth of what she said sank in. “That’s very true.” He licked his lip. “And point made on the power of words. Jesus.”
He shifted his body, and she sucked in a breath at the contact. Heat radiated off him. The corner of his mouth quirked up in a sexy, confident way before he spoke. “I’d say the fact we don’t like each other will make it even better.”
Oh boy, maybe two couldn’t play this game because the heated look in his eyes and that cocky smirk promised a whole lot more than she’d signed up for. She shifted against the counter. “How would us not liking each other make it better, exactly?”
He raised one eyebrow. “You really have to ask?”
Holy cow. Her mind instantly imagined how hot it would be to have sex with Ryan. Angry. A little aggressive. Phew. There was a reason make up sex was so hot because it always had that little bit of pissed off still in there. She blew out a breath. “Okay but do you really think us having sex is a good idea?”
“It’s a fucking great idea.”
He pressed his body closer to hers, and she sighed. She pressed her hands against his chest and pushed him back slightly. “I can’t think when you’re that close.”
“Thinking is overrated. I spend my whole life doing what’s best for other people.” He leaned back against the opposite counter and stuck his hands in his pockets. “Sometimes it’s just nice to do what I want for myself.” His gaze trailed down her body like a caress. “And what I want is you.”
“But what about after we burn off this attraction?” she asked. “Then what? We’re still in this fake relationship and have to see each other. I don’t want it to be weird.”
“Yeah, cuz it’s not fucking weird right now at all,” Ryan scoffed. “Seriously Peyton. This whole fake relationship thing sucks for both of us. It’s awkward and weird. We should at least get something enjoyable out of it, shouldn’t we?”
She laughed. “Nice sales pitch. Everything about being with you sucks, so we should have sex.”
“That’s not what I said or not what I meant at least.” He sighed. “I’m not good at this fake dating thing. Lying to people, it umm… it rubs me wrong, and it’s making me a bigger dick than I normally am.” He dropped his head back. “I’m ridiculously attracted to you. I don’t like how this situation happened, but at least if we’re sleeping together, it doesn’t feel so much like lying. Sure, we aren’t dating, but more like friends with benefits.”
“Friends?”
“We’re not exactly enemies, we just don’t like each other much.” He stepped toward her again. “Here’s the thing, the fact we don’t like each other helps us keep this whole sex part casual. We agreed neither of us is dating anyone else during this shitshow, so why shouldn’t we have sex? No reason we need to be celibate just because we’ve been roped into this thing.”
“I guess.” Peyton pressed her lips together. “I’m just not a casual sex person, usually.”
“This isn’t exactly casual. As far as the rest of the world knows, we are in a relationship. I say we get the benefits of that.”
“I need that drink.”
Peyton picked up the bottle of vodka and winced when she saw her hand trembling as she tried to unscrew the cap. Ryan stepped up behind her and placed his hand over hers to steady the shaking. His warmth surrounded her.
“Relax Peyton. I’m not going to jump you or make you do anything you don’t want to do.”
“That’s the problem, though,” she whispered.
“What is?”
“I kind of want you to take the decision out of my hands.” His body tensed behind her. Shoot, real smooth. Now he thought she was a freak.
“What do you mean, you want me to take the decision out of your hands?”
Peyton swallowed past the knot in her throat and shrugged.
Ryan turned her around, so she was facing him and pushed her chin up, forcing her to look at him. “No, you need to lay this out for me, Peyton, so I’m not misreading things.”
The feminist part of her said shut up, but another part was saying yes, please.
She interlaced her hands together in front of her, then brought them up in front of her mouth. Could she admit this out loud?
She looked up at Ryan. Watching her intently, his eyes filled with fire and passion, but his body stood strongly in front of her, controlled. She didn’t particularly like him from what she’d seen so far, but somehow, she trusted him, which was weird. He was so quick to judge her, but he also seemed to have a pretty strong moral compass that guided what he did. For whatever reason, she felt safe with him.
Taking a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and looked at him. “I tend to get in my own head and…” she wrinkled her nose. “Intellectually I know this is a bad idea, and I’ll talk it to death, so if there’s a hope of this happening, I need you to just grab me and just… you know, convince me without words so that I don’t have time to think. Just feel and… figure out the rest after.”
