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"No, I haven't…"
Derek brings me in for a bear hug again, and I melt against him. I can't help myself. He kisses the top of my head, his hands massaging my back. "So companionship was one of our conditions. Companionship means talking, getting to know each other a bit, be together longer than it takes for me to slip my cock inside of that pretty little pussy of yours. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“I… I think so, yes…”
I squeeze my legs together, losing myself to his touch, my mind going back to him doing delicious dirty things to my body.
"Good," he rumbles lowly in his throat, and then his mouth covers mine.
I push him off of me again. “So what do you want to know? Do you have a list of good oldlawyeryquestions or something?”
He gives me a little smile and slowly shakes his head. "I don't. I don't want to know you by asking questions. I want to do that by being with you. I really want to get to know you, baby. The real you, the one behind the tough act and the sass.”
I snort. “Behind myact? What are you talking about? I’m exactly what you see and nothing more.”
He stares at me intently, just like he did Saturday at the gala, and I feel like he's reading the deepest secrets of my soul in my eyes.
It's intriguing and disturbing at the same time, and I don't know if I want it to never end or if I should look away.
I feel both his thumbs caressing over my cheeks and gently stopping at the corners of my slightly parted mouth.
“Now, sweetheart, we both know that’s not true…” he husks, still staring down into my eyes.
I frown at him, clutching my invisible armor to myself even more. “Why do you say that? How can you tell?”
Derek smiles, and this time, it's not the half-grin of before, but a full-on big smile that makes me weak in the knees.
Thank God we’re sitting on the sofa.
Wait. We’re sitting? When did we sit down?
“I just know, Carina. There’s a very strong, precious connection between us. We both feel it. Don't deny it. You know it’s true.”
I swallow, and my mouth and throat feel suddenly dry. “But…”
"No buts, sweetheart. You don't want a relationship, fine. We won't have one, but it doesn't mean we cannot explore this. We can be together. We both deserve this."
I sniff a little, blinking rapidly to stem the flow of tears. I know it's about to break free from my eyes.
“Do we?” I ask, falling once again under his spell.
He nods, kissing the side of my face, my temple, and my now-closed eyes.
"We do, baby. We haven't had it easy. God knows it's true. Our…friendsare mostly no longer in the picture. They lead the life of your typical trust funder, partying, carousing, and taking long holidays. But we are different. Aren't we? We both stepped in for our fathers, we're both at the helm of huge companies, and everybody seems to want something from us all the fucking time. Tell me I'm wrong."
I shake my head. “So what if you’re right? What does it change? You still don’t know me…”
"I don't presume to know everything about you, but this much I know. We're very similar, and we don't trust easily. Maybe we weren't always this way, but life sometimes takes turns we can't foresee. It takes our hearts and changes them into something we can't always recognize, and we feel like we're not whole anymore. For you, it was a bastard boyfriend and whatever he dared doing to you. For me, it was my deadbeat mom walking out on me. I've felt this way for the longest time, angel, and then I saw you, and I felt this… this powerful bolt of… well, I still don't know of what, but I can't just brush it off, and neither can you, Carina. We both deserve a chance at… something more. We've paid our dues. Fuck, I think you’ve even paid someone else’s, too. What do you say?”
How does he know about Jonathan?
What does he know?
Or, better yet, what does hethinkhe knows?
“I don’t know what to say…”
“But I’m not wrong, am I?” he asks softly, his lips ghosting over mine again.
