angry with herself for showing emotion in front of me.
“Though, I really shouldn’t be surprised all things considered,” she added before turning her back on me.
I stood up and strode over to Lee, turning her to face me.
“Listen to me clearly,” I said, staring down at her face. “I am not involved with Rachel, or anyone else, for that matter. She showed up at the hotel last night because she’s a sick little freak, that doesn’t seem to be able to take no for an answer.”
Her eyes narrowed, and I watched the flurry of emotions flicker across her face; anger, distrust, hurt, settling on confusion.
“I saw you kiss her on the porch earlier.”
I shook my head. “You saw her kiss me.”
“She wants you.”
Pulling her closer to me, I ran my hands up and down her arms.
“Well, that’s too bad,” I said. “Because I want you. Just you.”
Unable to resist, I bent down and brushed my lips against her forehead. “You’re mine , baby. I don’t want to look at anyone else.”
Her body sagged in my arms as she drew in a ragged breath. “I’m not… I don’t want…”
I cut her off before she could finish. “Don’t say it. Please. And you are mine, or at least you will be , when you forgive me.”
Lee shivered.
A deep frown wrinkled her cute forehead. She seemed to think about what I had said for a moment, before speaking. “Why should I believe you this time? You, Kyle Carter, are a big fat liar.”
She looked so cute, sounded so prissy that I couldn’t help smile. I knew this was a serious situation, but, for the life of me, I couldn’t wipe the smirk off my face.
Pulling back from her, I lifted my shirt and pretended to inspect my stomach. “Fat, you think I’m fat?”
Lee sank down on her bed and burst into tears.
“Are you okay?” I demanded, crouching down in front of her. “Are you sick?”
Jesus Christ, I was about two seconds away from calling 911.
I shouldn’t have gotten in her face. Goddammit. I reached for my cell in my pocket.
“I’m the fat one, not you,” Lee hiccupped, pointing at herself, and then me. “You…you’re all ripples and sexy grooves and I’m…I’m a cow.”
I laughed and Lee threw her hands over her face, crying harder.
Shit, I was not good at this.
“Are you serious?” I asked as I tried to coax her hands from her face.
She swung her face up to meet mine.
“Do I look like I’m joking?” she growled, before continuing her sobbing. “And now, you’re laughing at me.”
Christ, she went from angry , to sad, to angry in sixty seconds flat.
I tried to smother my smile, and pulled her towards me.
“Don’t hug me. I’m mad at you,” she whispered, even though she had a death grip on my shirt. She clung to me like a little monkey.
I could get used to this.
“I know, baby. I’m a horrible, selfish bastard,” I crooned, stroking her head, rubbing her back slowly.
I could feel her nodding against my shoulder as her body slowly relaxed.
“You are,” she agreed, sniffling, as she slipped her hands under my t-shirt.
“And fat. I’m fat, too,” I coaxed, hoping she wouldn’t stop touching me.
“So fat,” she breathed, as her hands roamed up my chest.
Holy shit.
I moved to sit beside her, and without breaking contact with her, I pulled her onto my lap.
She straddled me, snuggling into my chest as she cried and felt me up, at the same time.
“Don’t forget ugly,” I added, leaning down to kiss her cheek.
She seemed to warm from insulting me, so I was all for it. I’d say just about anything she wanted to hear.
Lee turned her face towards me, at the same moment I did, and our lips brushed.
I froze, and Lee sucked in a sharp breath.
“You’re a very bad man,” she murmured.
I wasn’t sure who moved first , but suddenly our lips were welded together.
My hand trailed up to cusp the side of her face.
“So bad,” I agreed, fucking thrilled from the sensation of Lee’s mouth against mine. Her lips were
“Though, I really shouldn’t be surprised all things considered,” she added before turning her back on me.
I stood up and strode over to Lee, turning her to face me.
“Listen to me clearly,” I said, staring down at her face. “I am not involved with Rachel, or anyone else, for that matter. She showed up at the hotel last night because she’s a sick little freak, that doesn’t seem to be able to take no for an answer.”
Her eyes narrowed, and I watched the flurry of emotions flicker across her face; anger, distrust, hurt, settling on confusion.
“I saw you kiss her on the porch earlier.”
I shook my head. “You saw her kiss me.”
“She wants you.”
Pulling her closer to me, I ran my hands up and down her arms.
“Well, that’s too bad,” I said. “Because I want you. Just you.”
Unable to resist, I bent down and brushed my lips against her forehead. “You’re mine , baby. I don’t want to look at anyone else.”
Her body sagged in my arms as she drew in a ragged breath. “I’m not… I don’t want…”
I cut her off before she could finish. “Don’t say it. Please. And you are mine, or at least you will be , when you forgive me.”
Lee shivered.
A deep frown wrinkled her cute forehead. She seemed to think about what I had said for a moment, before speaking. “Why should I believe you this time? You, Kyle Carter, are a big fat liar.”
She looked so cute, sounded so prissy that I couldn’t help smile. I knew this was a serious situation, but, for the life of me, I couldn’t wipe the smirk off my face.
Pulling back from her, I lifted my shirt and pretended to inspect my stomach. “Fat, you think I’m fat?”
Lee sank down on her bed and burst into tears.
“Are you okay?” I demanded, crouching down in front of her. “Are you sick?”
Jesus Christ, I was about two seconds away from calling 911.
I shouldn’t have gotten in her face. Goddammit. I reached for my cell in my pocket.
“I’m the fat one, not you,” Lee hiccupped, pointing at herself, and then me. “You…you’re all ripples and sexy grooves and I’m…I’m a cow.”
I laughed and Lee threw her hands over her face, crying harder.
Shit, I was not good at this.
“Are you serious?” I asked as I tried to coax her hands from her face.
She swung her face up to meet mine.
“Do I look like I’m joking?” she growled, before continuing her sobbing. “And now, you’re laughing at me.”
Christ, she went from angry , to sad, to angry in sixty seconds flat.
I tried to smother my smile, and pulled her towards me.
“Don’t hug me. I’m mad at you,” she whispered, even though she had a death grip on my shirt. She clung to me like a little monkey.
I could get used to this.
“I know, baby. I’m a horrible, selfish bastard,” I crooned, stroking her head, rubbing her back slowly.
I could feel her nodding against my shoulder as her body slowly relaxed.
“You are,” she agreed, sniffling, as she slipped her hands under my t-shirt.
“And fat. I’m fat, too,” I coaxed, hoping she wouldn’t stop touching me.
“So fat,” she breathed, as her hands roamed up my chest.
Holy shit.
I moved to sit beside her, and without breaking contact with her, I pulled her onto my lap.
She straddled me, snuggling into my chest as she cried and felt me up, at the same time.
“Don’t forget ugly,” I added, leaning down to kiss her cheek.
She seemed to warm from insulting me, so I was all for it. I’d say just about anything she wanted to hear.
Lee turned her face towards me, at the same moment I did, and our lips brushed.
I froze, and Lee sucked in a sharp breath.
“You’re a very bad man,” she murmured.
I wasn’t sure who moved first , but suddenly our lips were welded together.
My hand trailed up to cusp the side of her face.
“So bad,” I agreed, fucking thrilled from the sensation of Lee’s mouth against mine. Her lips were
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