Her face scrunched up. “Why does that matter to you?”
He moved slowly, closing the distance between them as he twirled the end of his beard with his finger, his eyes still drinking her in. It was one of those things that brought her to her knees and had her wetter than she could think to be. He always looked so sinister, like he was about to tear her apart when he did that, those eyes trained on her. One look from Jordie turned her to goo; Liam grabbed her ass and raped her mouth and nothing.
Something was really wrong with her.
Gasping for breath, she watched as he stopped in front of her, his eyes boring into hers.
“Because it does,” he said softly, his voice so rugged and full of dirty promises. “Did you?”
She didn’t understand why her mouth started moving, but it did. “No, I didn’t. I told him I’d tell him tomorrow. He’s being traded and wants me to go with him.”
His face didn’t even move a muscle as he said, “Don’t go.”
She felt his words deep down in her soul. “Why?”
“Because you don’t love him, for one. And two, because I want you to give me another chance.”
She tried to scoff, not showing any signs of surprise. But instead, she sounded like she was choking as her heart came into her throat, because surely he was joking. “What? Another chance?”
He nodded, his eyes completely serious. The air around them was so thick with tension and lust as his eyes held hers. The hair on her arms stood at attention, her heart pounding as she waited for him to answer. When he didn’t, she knew he was full of it. But then he reached out, his hand cupping her around the neck before dropping his mouth to hers and she was sure she was flying to the moon. His lips were butter against hers, moving and savoring her as if he had been starving for her taste.
Melting against him, she brought her hands up to his chest, but then she pulled away, gasping for breath. Her hand covered her lips as she turned to hold on to the counter, closing her eyes and begging her body to remember that she was still with Liam and also that Jordie had broken her heart in a thousand pieces.
And he could do it again.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she felt him behind her, his heat radiating off him in waves and burning her but also comforting her. His heat was always home to her. She was naturally cold all the damn time, but not when Jordie was around. He was her furnace.
Was.
Not anymore.
He didn’t want you. She had to remember that.
But when she met his gaze in the mirror, his lips were red, parted as they slowly curved, sending heat straight between her thighs and remembering was the last thing she could do. She couldn’t even think for that matter. She wanted him to take her against the counter and pull her hair.
Over. And over. And over again.
By the way he was looking at her, he wanted the same thing, but that’s all he wanted. Sex. Nothing more, and Kacey just couldn’t do it. She wanted more.
Clearing his throat, he said, “Yes. Another chance to love you. To be the man you want.”
Whoa. What?
She could only blink as he slowly wrapped his arms around her body, his hands sliding down her waist, his thumbs brushing her mound. But his eyes never left hers as she gasped for breath, begging for the will to stop him, but stunned speechless instead. His lips trailed along her shoulder, his eyes burning into hers as he nibbled.
But wait, what did he just say?
Pressing a small kiss to the side of her neck, he whispered against her, “Meet me tomorrow. I have this thing after training, but come to our spot around three. Gives you time to blow off the dude and be with the man you want.”
“Jordie—”