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“It’s just a scorpion. They come in through the drains. They’re harmless.”
“Bullshit! It has claws!”
My chest rumbles, and I take my boot and smash it. “There. Dead. You’re completely safe now.” Her death grip is starting to make breathing hard, yet I don’t tell her to ease up or put her down.
“How do you know? What if another one comes up? If his scorpion buddies find out one of their gang is dead, more will come. They’ll search and see their smashed friend and—”
“Babe, take your lip out of your mouth.” The mouth I’m now transfixed on. My gaze drops further. We come to the same realization simultaneously. She’s naked in my arms.
“Fuck,” I groan.
“Shit,” she moans. “I didn’t—eyes up here!”
“I wasn’t looking. Not that I haven’t seen it all before.”
“Yeah, and you’re not seeing it now.” But I don’t need to see it. Because feeling her is enough to put me over the edge. Her plump breasts pressed up against my chest. My hands cupping her bare ass. And fuck, her nude pussy. She was never a fan of hair. “Close your eyes,” she snaps. Annoyed and now frustrated, I do the exact opposite.
I keep my eyes trained on hers. Untangling her arms and legs from me is a task since she’s holding on tighter than a spider monkey, but then I practically drop her to the ground. “Like I said, I’ve seen it all.” Then I turn my back, slamming the door behind me.
Chapter five
Callie
Thecoldshowerdoesnothing for my overheated skin. I can’t tell if it’s because I’m humiliated at what just happened or turned on. I was naked in Easton’s arms, for Christ’s sake! My nipples are rock hard from being pressed against his chiseled chest, and I can still feel his hands gripping my butt. “Oh, God.” I cup my face, remembering my legs wrapped around him, and my bare goods— “This is not happening to me.” But it is. I’m still stuck in a cabin with my ex, who has gotten a billion times more attractive since the last time I saw him. Everything about him is bigger, sexier, more prominent. And I would like to accentuate the word,everything. Even before, he could make my body erupt in flames with a look. One touch and my nerves ignited all over my body, ready and willing for anything. He had that kind of power over me. And it seems like time has not lessened that need and craving I have for him. There’s no denying the unfinished business between us is bubbling under the surface, and I need to do something to diffuse it.
But it’s not just his sex appeal that’s breaking me down. It’s his whole aura. From the moment I met him, I wanted to siphon his strength and kindness. Bask in his humor and the safety he made me feel.
But that was almost two years ago. Things have changed. I just need to remember that I hate him.
He may be the sexiest human being on this planet, but he’s an asshole who broke my heart. He ruined me in so many ways, I wasn’t the same person once I finally came back to life.
And now, he’s acting like he was the one who was hurt. That I’m somehow the bad guy! Imagine. A man who can’t accept blame for his own actions. But if he thinks he’s just going to put all this on me, he’s wrong.
I shut off the water, snatch a towel, and storm out of the bathroom. Without knocking, I barge into Easton’s bedroom. He’s in the shower. I burst in to give him the same lack of privacy, rip the curtain back, and gasp at what’s in front of me. Easton looks back at me with eyes full of lust and passion, his body on display like a masterpiece. Muscles ripple under eccentric tattoos, and water droplets slide down his tanned skin. I’m stunned stupid by every part of him. And then I notice his hand, which is wrapped around his enormous cock.
“Shit!” I throw the curtain back. I open my mouth to say more but decide I should leave. And fast.
I lock myself in the other bathroom and try to catch my breath. Not because I ran like a bat outta hell. Because. . . “Double shit!” I hiss, covering my face. I can’t do this. These old feelings coming back, and my body remembering. I can’t go there. Not with him. If I do, I know I won’t bounce back again. I need to get the hell out of here.
I hurry and dress in my dry clothes. Thankfully, Easton’s still in his room, so I rush and gather my things. “Where the fuck are you going now?”
Easton’s voice startles me. I whip around. He’s dressed, his wet hair brushed back in a messy wave. “I’m leaving.”
“Oh yeah? Where you going?”
“I don’t know. Anywhere but here.” I grab my laptop bag.
“And where’s that? Your shit car is buried under a mound of snow, not to mention it’s frozen shut. And there isn’t another house for miles. Hate to break it to you, babe, but you’re stuck here—”
“I amnotstuck here. I refuse to be anywhere near you for a second longer. There was a reason I didn’t speak to you two years ago. I haven’t forgotten. And seeing you again only reminds me why I really hate you.”
“Yeah? And why’s that again? Because last thing I remember is you—”
“Don’t you turn this on me, you stupid, cheating liar!”
“There she is. Poor Callie. Only remembers what she wants to.”
“Oh, fuckyou.” I grab my purse and shove my arms into my jacket.
