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“What are you talking about?”
“Isawyou,” I reply, unable to hold the frustration or anger back any longer. “I saw the way you were looking at that woman and smiling at her. You smile atmelike that, and I’ve just learned that it isn’t because I’m special in any way. Apparently, you look at anyone you want to fuck like that. And then she pressed herself up against you, all cozy like, and you didnothing.You didn’t push her away. You didn’t tell her no. You just let her do it.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Don’t do that.” I point at him and round the couch, pissed off now. “I don’t eventhinkof anyone else besides you. You completely consume me, so imagine my surprise when I saw you with her, flirting and smiling. Imagine if the tables were turned, Drew. Or maybe it wouldn’t piss you off. Maybe I’ve misunderstood what we’re doing here, and if that’s the case, fine. I have options, too, you know. I have a whole phone full of eligible bachelors’ phone numbers that I can use.”
His eyes narrow, and his hands fist in anger, but I raise my chin defiantly.
“What would you have had me do?” he demands. “Be an asshole to them? They recognized Ike and wanted to talk to him, so we humored them. It wasnothing.”
“It didn’t look like nothing.”
With the anger drained out of me and nothing but hurt remaining, I turn to look out the window, staring out into the dark.
I can see his reflection as he walks up behind me. At first, he doesn’t touch me at all; he just watches me.
“It wasnothing,” he repeats, his voice calm now, and even hushed in the darkness.
“I’ve realized recently—maybe in that moment when I watched you with her and you didn’t know I could see you—that I’ve never really loved any man the way that I’ve fallen in love with you.” I’m so glad he’s behind me and can’t see my face because when I close my eyes, tears track down my cheeks. “And that means that no one can hurt me the way that you can. Even if that’s a simple, careless look at another woman’s tits. It was enough to stab me in the heart. But when she touched you, and you let her? I don’t want to relive it.”
He sighs and moves toward me. I can feel him just inches from me, but he still doesn’t touch me.
“And it made me wonder,” I continue after taking a breath, “if this is one-sided, because I don’t think that I would ever do that to you. No, Iknowthat I wouldn’t. Because I would never want to hurt you like that.”
His arms come around me now, around my own arms, and he hugs me tightly from behind. I want to lean back against him, but I’m too hurt to give in.
“I’m going to tell you this,” he says into my ear as his hold on me tightens, “as many times as you need to hear it, because it’s the God’s truth, and I’ve never lied to you, London. There is no one in this world that I want besides you. I didn’t know that I was looking at her in any kind of way. I was being polite while Ike spoke with fans; that’s all it was from my side. And when she leaned in, I don’t know, it was so insignificant—shewas insignificant—that I just didn’t care.”
I swallow hard and lift my arms so his hands can drift down to my stomach. He pulls my sweater up and over my head so his hands can wander over my skin.
“You’re all I fucking think about,” he says, his voice growing rougher. He pushes against me, and I can feel his hard cock strain against me through his jeans. “Youdo this to me. No one else. I don’t feel like I want to move heaven and earth for anyone but you.”
I’m melting against him now, completely hypnotized by his touch, by his words, and by the fierceness in his voice. Hemeanswhat he’s saying, and I realize that I might have overreacted in the moment.
He takes my hands and props them on the glass and pulls my hips back. He unfastens my jeans and wrangles them down my legs, and when I’m naked from the waist down, he urges my legs apart. His hands travel up the inside of my thighs, and then he’s touching me, and I cry out, unable to help myself.
I move to turn around, but he stands and quickly replaces my hands on the glass, tipping my face toward him.
“I’m going to show you,” he murmurs against my lips. “Unless you don’t want me to touch you. If that’s the case, just say so.”
“I always want you to touch me.”
His lips twitch into a small smile as he kisses me, and then he bites my lower lip before he moves behind me once more. I hear him shed his own clothes, still seeing his dark reflection in the glass. We’re completely exposed here. If it weren’t dark, someone on the mountain might see us.
His hands areeverywhere.Moving over my breasts, down my thighs, and then back up between my legs, where he worries his fingertips over my clit.
“You,” he says, “aremine.Every bit of you, London Ambrose. This”—his fingers slide inside of me—“is mine.”
His fingers move quickly, working me up into a frenzy before he pulls them out, and with his eyes on mine in the glass, he cups my chin in one hand and offers the fingers of the other to my lips. I don’t hesitate to open my mouth, and I can taste myself on him.
“Mine,” he whispers again, and slides easily inside of me, making me moan around his fingers. “But that works both ways, baby. I’myours.”
He pulls out and then pushes in again, then stops, seated fully.
“I belong to you in ways that I can’t even fucking describe. Do you know what I was thinking when I looked at her?”
I narrow my eyes, and he has the audacity tolaugh.
