been avoided if your friends respected your boundaries. But they don’t. They’re disrespecting you,me, and our relationship.”
Tamping down the emotions I have built up from the earlier phone call with his mother, I say, “They know where I stand. They’ve just chosen to ignore the facts.”
He stops with space between us, leaning his back against the wall. “I’ll be honest. Seeing these guys hanging around you is fucking with my head. You say they know where you stand, but I need to know. I need to know when I’m in New York and you’re here, where do you stand then?”
I move in front of him, pressing my hips against his. Taking his face between my hands, I make him look me in the eyes. “I’m right here. I’m right here standing by you, only you. Always.” I kiss him—slow and light, cautiously, as I try to calm him.
“I miss you, baby.”
“I miss you like crazy,” I say, and hug him.
His heart thunders in his chest, beating against mine as his arms wrap around me.
When he leans back, a small smile tugs at the sides of his mouth when he says, “This doesn’t change the fact that your Ex is a real asshole.”
I laugh, loving the humor he can find in the moment. “You’re right, but he always was and probably always will be. You’re not though, so I don’t want you getting upset over jerks like him. Anyway, not every guy wants to sleep with me. Case in point, the manager of the third property we looked at today. He didn’t even notice me.”
Amused, he laughs. “Because he was gay and you know it.”
“That would explain why he lingered on your every word. But what you’re really saying is that I can be friends with certain guys because they don’t want to sleep with me, but not all guys because they do want to sleep with me. This is kind of ridiculous, you know.”
“I never said they wanted to sleep .” He pulls me closer and holds me. “Come here.” He kisses me again—hard this time with no reluctance and all the passion we had in Hawaii is back, making me whole.
Our lips part and I watch him as his eyes slowly open, and he says, “I don’t want to fight with you, but this…” He rubs his hands over my hips. “…Is all mine. This…” Continuing, his fingers slide across my mouth. “…Is mine. And this…” He strokes between my legs, firing every nerve into a frenzy of sexual hypertension. “…Will never be touched by anyone other than me again. I told you, I’m not good at losing or sharing. You remember that when I’m back in New York.”
Another girl opens the bathroom door and stops, startled when she sees us.
I release a heavy breath, my heart beating fast and my body turned on by his claim to me.
Evan steps forward, taking me by the hand. “We’re leaving,” he says to her with no apology for hogging the woman’s restroom for so long.
When we walk out, Sarah and Josh are at the table, waiting for us. I thought Evan would want to go home, but he doesn’t. He walks straight over and says, “You guys up for a game of pool. Teams. Me and Mallory against you two?”
Sarah hops off the stool with a big smile. “Yeah, we’re game.” She looks at me and asks, “You okay? Your face is all pink.” Her hand goes to my cheek. “And you’re hot. You feeling alright?”
I look at Evan and he has that damn, confident, sexy smirk on his face, and I reply, “Better than ever.” I try to get my thoughts off of how good it feels when his hands are on me and back to the reality that I’m in the middle of a bar.
Evan gets the rack from the slot under the table and hands it to me. “Rack’em up, sexygirl.”
With a smile on my face, feeling the liberation from weighing issues, I take the rack from him. “Anything for you,” I reply with all the sexual intent I can muster.
He crosses his arms over his chest and asks, “Anything? I’ll keep that in mind later.”
I roll my eyes. “Okay, anything within reason.”
“Damn,” he says, snapping
Tamping down the emotions I have built up from the earlier phone call with his mother, I say, “They know where I stand. They’ve just chosen to ignore the facts.”
He stops with space between us, leaning his back against the wall. “I’ll be honest. Seeing these guys hanging around you is fucking with my head. You say they know where you stand, but I need to know. I need to know when I’m in New York and you’re here, where do you stand then?”
I move in front of him, pressing my hips against his. Taking his face between my hands, I make him look me in the eyes. “I’m right here. I’m right here standing by you, only you. Always.” I kiss him—slow and light, cautiously, as I try to calm him.
“I miss you, baby.”
“I miss you like crazy,” I say, and hug him.
His heart thunders in his chest, beating against mine as his arms wrap around me.
When he leans back, a small smile tugs at the sides of his mouth when he says, “This doesn’t change the fact that your Ex is a real asshole.”
I laugh, loving the humor he can find in the moment. “You’re right, but he always was and probably always will be. You’re not though, so I don’t want you getting upset over jerks like him. Anyway, not every guy wants to sleep with me. Case in point, the manager of the third property we looked at today. He didn’t even notice me.”
Amused, he laughs. “Because he was gay and you know it.”
“That would explain why he lingered on your every word. But what you’re really saying is that I can be friends with certain guys because they don’t want to sleep with me, but not all guys because they do want to sleep with me. This is kind of ridiculous, you know.”
“I never said they wanted to sleep .” He pulls me closer and holds me. “Come here.” He kisses me again—hard this time with no reluctance and all the passion we had in Hawaii is back, making me whole.
Our lips part and I watch him as his eyes slowly open, and he says, “I don’t want to fight with you, but this…” He rubs his hands over my hips. “…Is all mine. This…” Continuing, his fingers slide across my mouth. “…Is mine. And this…” He strokes between my legs, firing every nerve into a frenzy of sexual hypertension. “…Will never be touched by anyone other than me again. I told you, I’m not good at losing or sharing. You remember that when I’m back in New York.”
Another girl opens the bathroom door and stops, startled when she sees us.
I release a heavy breath, my heart beating fast and my body turned on by his claim to me.
Evan steps forward, taking me by the hand. “We’re leaving,” he says to her with no apology for hogging the woman’s restroom for so long.
When we walk out, Sarah and Josh are at the table, waiting for us. I thought Evan would want to go home, but he doesn’t. He walks straight over and says, “You guys up for a game of pool. Teams. Me and Mallory against you two?”
Sarah hops off the stool with a big smile. “Yeah, we’re game.” She looks at me and asks, “You okay? Your face is all pink.” Her hand goes to my cheek. “And you’re hot. You feeling alright?”
I look at Evan and he has that damn, confident, sexy smirk on his face, and I reply, “Better than ever.” I try to get my thoughts off of how good it feels when his hands are on me and back to the reality that I’m in the middle of a bar.
Evan gets the rack from the slot under the table and hands it to me. “Rack’em up, sexygirl.”
With a smile on my face, feeling the liberation from weighing issues, I take the rack from him. “Anything for you,” I reply with all the sexual intent I can muster.
He crosses his arms over his chest and asks, “Anything? I’ll keep that in mind later.”
I roll my eyes. “Okay, anything within reason.”
“Damn,” he says, snapping
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