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“Doing what?”
“Pull the sheets back up.”
“I need you,” he told her thickly. “I am several thousand miles away and it is driving me crazy that I am not with you. How the hell is that possible? I want to come home to you Anika, be with you so much that I am aching.”
“Jaylen—"She had no idea what she wanted to say. Everything he just said, she wanted to repeat. She was here inside his loft and missed him so much that she could practically taste it.
“Tell me.”
“No. This is silly.”
“Is it?” He sighed long and deep and snuggled back against the pillows. “Are you going to strip for me?”
“I can’t.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
“What damn good is it going to do?” she cried out in frustration. “You are with your female models; you could very well invite them back to your room.”
His eyes glowered and she recognized the temper in them. “Is that what you want me to do Anika?”
“You are an adult and can pretty much do whatever you want.”
“And you would be okay with that?”
“I don’t care.”
“Stop lying, damn you!”
“Don’t you dare talk to me—"
“I don't want to fight with you. Not tonight. It was a damn lousy day and a particularly tiresome one. I was bombarded by reporters who wanted the scoop on my marriage and I had to field questions in Italian as well as English.
I cannot sleep because I am craving you. My cock is aching and I already took two cold showers and it is not doing a damn thing. So, don't sit there and give me permission to screw someone else. It makes me mad as hell."
She was silent for a minute as she stared at his image and felt the tears blurring her eyes. She had never needed anyone before.
Ever since she had realized that her parents were not coming back for her, and it had taken a lot of crying in her pillows to come to that realization, ever since that time, she had been determined never to put her emotions out there again. And now, it was different. She needed him and it scared her.
"Anika."
"What?" She sniffed.
"I am not going to apologize for expressing my feelings."
"As if you would stoop so low." She wiped at a tear that had escaped.
"Why are you crying?"
"I am not."
"Anika."
"I hate you."
He sighed wearily. "I hate the distance. I want to take you in my arms and just hold you."
"It's just sex. You want really good sex."
