“Just let me get dressed and go home.”
His hand went into my hair and he tugged at it until my head came back. “Tel me what was humiliating about what we just did?” His voice was quiet, low and I knew he was pissed off again.
“I gave in. I barely fought. You just had to… I don’t know… kiss me and that was it. It’s humiliating.” At my words, his body relaxed and his hand smoothed over my hip. I knew right off that he wasn’t pissed anymore but he wasn’t going to smooth away the Return of the Major Freak Out.
“I don’t even know what I’m doing here!” I cried suddenly.
“I broke up with you this afternoon. Hel , I broke up with you last night!”
“Think hard, Princess, you might come up with an answer.”
“I don’t want an answer,” I said truthful y, shocking myself with my words.
Damn and double damn.
I didn’t need that either so I mental y pushed it to the side.
“I didn’t think so,” he murmured, making me think and making me freak out more that he had my number.
“I need to go home,” I said, pul ing back but his arms got tight again.
“I know you need to go home, Jules, but you’re not gonna go home.”
I gave up pul ing away. “Why are you doing this?” I asked, looking at him.
“You want to stop seeing me then you’l stop seeing me, at least this way. I’m not gonna play that game.”
“I’m not playing games,” I snapped, interrupting him, now getting pissed off myself.
“Yeah. You are. You just don’t have enough experience to know you are.”
to know you are.”
My mouth dropped open.
He did not just say that.
“I’m not playing games,” I repeated, a little more heatedly this time.
“What were you doin’ with Luke this afternoon?”
“I wasn’t playing a game.”
“Wel Luke was and is and wil continue to do it. And you didn’t get it and won’t get it until you get your head out of your ass.”
No…
Wait.
He did not just say that.
“I don’t have my head in my ass, he was kicking my ass!”
“He was fuckin’ with your head.”
I pul ed free saying, “I’m going home.”
He caught me, rol ed me to my back and rol ed on me, ful body, hand coming down, pul ing out one of my legs until his hips were settled between both of them.
“Get off me, Crowe,” I demanded, squirming underneath him.
“Stop fightin’, Jules.”
“Get off me!”
“Stop fighting!” His voice had risen. I’d never heard his raised voice and my body froze at his tone.
“Don’t yel at me,” I whispered, feeling that weight in my chest again, knowing he was that angry with me and I hated that too.
It felt like these days I was always on the verge of crying and I couldn’t remember the last time I cried.
What was up with that?
He talked over my secondary freak out, further fuel ing the fire of my first. “For Christ’s sake, I’m givin’ you what you want. I don’t know what’s in your fuckin’ head, you don’t even know what’s in your fuckin’ head. Until you’re ready to sort it out, it’s gonna stay fucked up and I know enough to know there isn’t a fuckin’ thing I can do about it. So you want this to end, it ends. But tonight is mine. You want to fuck it up further, keep fightin’ me but I’m gonna have you fightin’ or sweet. I don’t care. But Jules, I’m tel in’ you, I’d rather it be sweet.”
I didn’t know what to say to that so I didn’t say anything. I just stayed silent.
He watched me for awhile then he said, “I’d be happy with fightin’ too. If what happened ten minutes ago is any indication, maybe I’d rather it be fightin’.” I didn’t know if he was joking or being serious.
I decided to go with joking. “Stop joking,” I said quietly.
“I wasn’t joking.”
Okay then, he wasn’t joking.
That got a bel y flutter.
“Wel , I’ve decided to be sweet,” I said, just to be contrary.
He grinned and his grin was so at the ready it made me wonder if he’d used reverse psychology on me. Then his face came down and disappeared in my neck and I felt his lips there.
The bel y flutter escalated to Grade Two.
“I’ve changed my mind,” I told the ceiling, “I’m going back to fighting.”
His hands went down my sides to my hips, he lifted them and then, I kid you not, he slid inside me slowly, gently but I could feel he was again rock hard.
My breath went out in a rush at the surprise of it and the fact that I moved from a Grade Two to a Grade Six in about three seconds.
“Vance,” I said softly and his lips moved from my neck to my mouth.
“That’s it, beautiful. Every time I slide inside you, I want you to say my name,” he muttered there.
He’d started moving and I started moving with him.
“I thought it was every time I came,” I whispered and his hands moved on me, a thumb sliding across my nipple as my hands roamed his back.
“I want you to say it then too.”
“Why?” I asked.
“I like it.”