“Hmm. He might not have you, but he wants you and he’s jealous as hell you’re over here flirting with me.”
“I’m not flirting with you, Hunter. If I was really flirting with you I can assure you, you’d know.” I place my hand on his shoulder and slowly caress down his back to the waist of his low cut jeans and back up to his opposite shoulder—he shudders.
Seeing the heat in his eyes, I escape back behind the bar. Perhaps I’ve gone too far. My intention was to tease and have a laugh, but perhaps it’s backfired.
Clearing his throat, Hunter says, “Not that I mind you flirting with me, but I think you better keep your hands to yourself because that felt too damn good.”
“Rosie!” Ruben practically roars from the end of the bar. “My office… Now.” He turns and heads toward the back of the club.
Shit! This isn’t good. He looked really angry.
I go to follow Ruben when Hunter grabs my wrist. “Are you frightened of him?”
“What?” I shake my head. “No.”
Hunter lets me go as Craig arrives to take over from me.
“I’ll be fine. He won’t hurt me.”
This I know from the bottom of my heart or at least I know he won’t physically hurt me. Whether or not he’ll hurt me emotionally remains to be seen.
Offering Hunter a smile, I turn and head to Ruben’s office to face the grizzly bear.
When I’d been teasing Hunter with my hand on his back, I’d temporarily forgotten Ruben was watching me from the back of the room.
Taking a deep breath, I knock on his door and enter to find him pacing back and forth in front of his desk. The agitation is clear in his step and the tightness of his shoulders, then he turns his wild eyes towards me and I fight the urge to run back to the bar.
“Come in and shut the door.”
I do as I’m told, but I feel the perspiration on my palms Worry creases my brow at his agitation. I’ve never seen him like this before.
“Ruben—”
I don’t finish because he’s on me—pinning me against the door—nose-to-nose with me.
“You touched him—caressed his fucking back. Did your touch make him hard?”
Wow. He’s really worked up over my teasing of Hunter. There isn’t an inch between our bodies and being this close I can feel Ruben throbbing against my belly.
“Stay away from him Rosie. He isn’t for you.”
Fuck this. “You don’t have any say in who I get with. I like Hunter and he knows what he wants. I’m not confused about what he wants from me.” He doesn’t have to know I don’t believe Hunter wants sex with me.
I try to push him away from me, but he’s like a brick wall. “Ruben, stop being an ass and let me go.”
“Stay away from him,” he says, glaring at my mouth.
“And what if I don’t want to stay away from him?”
He blinks as though he can’t believe I wouldn’t do what he wants me to. “You are the most pigheaded woman I’ve ever met and you drive me fucking crazy. I don’t know anything about him so I want you safe.”
I’ve had enough of this. He’s an idiot if he thinks I could want someone else when the only man I want is pinning me against the wall with his hard body.
“Make love to me, Ruben,” I say. The words are out before I even realize I’ve said them. They shock us both and we go still, the tension crackling between us. I groan inwardly; that was supposed to be a silent question in my head.
“Fuck, Rosie.” His breathing starts to increase and his penis twitches against me.
“I’ve wanted…you forever, but you’re too damn innocent. But I can’t let anyone else touch you.”
What the fuck does he mean? It’s okay for him to fuck who he wants but it isn’t for me.
“Let me get this straight.” My nostrils flare in anger and I can feel the heat in my cheeks. “It’s okay for you to go about your life fucking who the hell you want to, but you’re saying it isn’t alright for me to do the same. Does that about cover it? Because I’m telling you right now I’ll fuck who the hell I want to, and it won’t have a damn thing to do with you.”
He rubs against my belly. “That’s for you,” he says with his jaw clamped tight, “and you need to be careful what you say to me because make no mistake—I want you. I want you so damn bad that no one else does it for me anymore. When I jack off, it’s because of you. It’s you I picture lying on my bed with your legs spread open for me, and me alone. It’s you I imagine on your knees as you suck me off…and this,” he cups my * in his hand, “belongs to me… Are we clear that my cock only wants to get wet between your thighs?”
My heart feels ready to burst out of my chest with his closeness and words. He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen and my head is telling me that no matter what he said it’s now or never.
Sliding my hands into the back of his hair, I respond, “Crystal clear… Now shut up and kiss me.”