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“So, why are you here, if it wasn’t to come find me?” Kay leans an elbow onto the counter, facing me, and the way he’s looking at me doesn’t bode well for the few threads of resentment I have left against him.
I shrug nonchalantly, taking particular care innotallowing my body to turn toward his, to incline inward, as it instinctually does. “I have some paperwork to finish up.”
Kay snorts. It’s such a carefree, boyish sound that it catches me off guard. “You don’t have paperwork on the weekend. You are efficient and punctual to anannoyingdegree.”
“That’s not true. I can be… I can be…” I struggle to find any word opposite for “efficient” and “punctual” because his use of them to describe me annoys me for some reason.
“Easy-going? Laid back? Maybe, I don’t know, loosening a bit of that control?” He raises a brow at me. “You are not those things, Talia.”
“I can be!” I take a drink, thinking I’ll need to have more of it if I’m going to live up to the things Kay is saying. They don’t feel remotely possible without at least a little bit of inebriation.
Unless his fingers are between my legs. Then I have no problem being easy-going.
My legs clench together at the memory of the restaurant. Kay’s eyes catch the movement, his gaze lingering on my lower half before slowly drawing upward until his eyes meet mine.
“Prove it to me,” he murmurs.
Without thinking, I allow my hand to fall onto his knee. I’ve never been good at initiating intimacy. With my unerring sense of control, one would think I would be better at sex, but it’s the opposite, and Kay knows that.
Which is why he leans back smugly, a finger stroking his bottom lip as he watches me attempt to initiate touch.
Then I remember: this isexactlywhat he wants. Me to come crawling, begging, back to him.
I withdraw my hand, but he catches it, placing it back on his leg and leaning in. “Try this,” he says, voice low and coarse as he guides my hand further up his thigh. “And I’ll try this.” His hands find my face and he guides my lips to his, where he keeps lingering just above them. “If you touch me where you’d like to, I’ll kiss you, Talia.”
The challenge drives my touch further up his leg, close enough to the hard bulge in his jeans that he sucks in a breath between his teeth. My hands freeze.
“Don’t stop on my account,” he teases, his lips so close I feel their movement against mine.
But Idon’tresume my touching. Some inhibition creeps up like a wall, quickly building up against him.
Ican’tlet him in like this again. I know all I’ll have is hope.
“We should stop,” I whisper painfully, sliding my hands back down to his knee.
His eyes search mine. “Is that what you want, Talia?”
I pull away completely and get up to leave. “I don’t know what I want anymore.”
Chapter Seventeen: Kay
“Talia.” She stops in her tracks, her back to me, her drink practically untouched. This was everything I’d hoped for and expected out of coming to Midnights to drown myself in a bottle, and it was all about to slip away because she’d built her walls up against me again.
I can’t blame her, though. I seriously fucked up.
But I can’t stand the idea that she’s more closed to me than before.
“You don’t have to leave.” I rest my fingers on her hip. “In fact…” my hand travels to her waist, pulling her to me, and much to my surprise, she lets me, “I would prefer if you didn’t.” I find my lips at her ear, right over that pomegranate tattoo, and think how badly I’d like for her to give into this temptation again.
“It didn’t seem that way last weekend.” Her words are biting, but her body is already relaxing against mine.
“Last weekend was a mistake.” I kiss her below her ear, and she lets out a breathy sigh, her body melting further into me.
“I can’t let you do this to me again, Kay,” she says, the words practically a sigh as I cup her neck with my free hand. Her eyes flutter closed.
My fingers begin to wander into the hem of her jeans. I guide her neck to expose it to me. I trail my lips up the soft skin of her throat. “Then say no.”
She doesn’t fight me off, or say a word, so I let my hand wander into her jeans, slipping into the soft fabric of her panties until I slide my fingers in between her folds, already finding her wet.
