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“Jealousy doesn't look good on you, Leland.”
“I'm not jealous.” He tips his chin up and sneers down his nose at me. “I know I don't have that right.”
He’s pissed and hurt. And still so damn hot I can’t help wanting to kiss him until we both forget what caused this fight in the first place.
If our positions were reversed, I’d be just as mad at being stood up, too. But redhead temper is no joke, and even if I can understand where he’s coming from, the fact that he’s not just accepting my apology annoys me.
He has no clue how messed up last night was for me!
“You don't,” I agree, staring him down and giving him my haughtiest bitch attitude. “But there’s nothing to be jealous of. I wasn’t seeing another man. A family issue came up and I have responsibilities that go along with that trust fund privilege.”
Sighing, his hands tighten on the handles of his crutches, and he shifts his body as if standing hurts him.
“Blaire, I'm sorry,” he says softly. “We crossed the line yesterday. One I've been aching to cross for a long time, and I don't think I can go back and pretend like it didn't happen.”
He lets out a snort, his mouth twisting into a hard, bitter line. “Obviously, I'll have to suck it up though, if you don't want to continue things.”
He still wants to give us a chance?!
My heart beats faster and I feel dizzy.
Trying to collect myself, I tease, “You have no self-esteem, do you?”
His smile is gentle. “Actually, where you're concerned, I have no shame.” He shifts so his back rests against his SUV and releasing the handles on his crutches, he cups my cheeks and kisses me.
At the feel of his lips on mine, everything in me combusts.
Ravenous and eager, I kiss him back, my lips and tongue moving over his and attempting to dominate with each lick and swirl, each stab and twirl.
My hands go to his shirt, and I quickly work on the buttons. I’ve freed two before Leland pulls back, a strained expression on his face.
“Not here,” he says in a harsh growl. “My place?”
I’m trembling, my breathing coming fast and loud. “Now?” I gasp.
“Yes. I owe you dinner.” His grin turns hungry. “And you owe me dessert.”
CHAPTER SIX
LELAND
The entire way home, my hands are clenched on the steering wheel like I’m an anxious first-time driver. Or like a man on the verge of having sex with the woman he’s been crazy about for months.
After last night when she didn’t show up, I thought that was it and I had blown it with Blaire by coming on too strong. Or she had come to her senses about wanting to be with a man like me.
Today had been all about self-preservation in an attempt to hide how hurt I was. I hadn’t been lying when I said work kept me busy today. Though I might have fudged that a bit. Work never keeps me that busy.
I was shocked to see Blaire waiting for me after hours. And even further surprised by how she apologized in one breath and blasted me with the next.
Just recalling the way her eyes spit fire at me has my cock stiffening.
And she was right. I was jealous, thinking she was meeting up with another man. What I did was childish and I’m too old to play these games. Going forward, I need to be more vocal about what I want.
I want her. All of her.
Her Porsche blew by me a while ago, so seeing her waiting in my driveway isn’t surprising. Neither is the way my breathcatches in my chest seeing her leaning against the green sports car. She’s a vision, far too good for the likes of me.
But I’m a greedy man and I want her anyway.
