relationship.”
Hot, bright temper flared at Kelli’s reduction of his feelings and their connection. Yeah, it’d taken him a while to get over himself, but he’d come here, hadn’t he? Bared what was left of his soul to her, hoping for another chance to make a better impression. Shit, Remi’d even confessed the family fairytale to her. “We’re in a relationship, Kelli. We have been from the moment you asked me to stay. Now, I’m willing to work on whatever issues you can throw at me, but I’ll be damned if you dismiss my feelings like they don’t matter.”
“How am I supposed to believe you, believe in this, us?” Her beautiful eyes held a world of longing along with a healthy dose of disbelief. “We haven’t spoken to each other in months. All of a sudden you show up here, declare your intentions, so to speak, and then expect me to jump on board without catching my breath.”
Yeah, when said out loud it did sound pretty stupid, but Remi couldn’t change the truth, and he said so. “I owned up to being an asshole when we first met. I’ve apologised for it, repeatedly. Either accept it or hit me.”
She drew back, her dark brows drawn together in confusion. “Hit you?”
“Yeah—hit me, smack me, break my nose—whatever will make you feel better.”
“Physical violence does it for you?” Sarcasm hung heavy in her words as she tried to pull away from the grasp of his arms. “That’s really sick, Douget.”
He shook his head. “Look I can’t take away what I did before. I’m offering to make it up to you any way I can. I want us to move past this, past your distrust and into something real.” The words were spoken from the heart, and he knew his emotions were visible for her to see.
“Just give me a minute, please,” she whispered, lowering her eyes.
Remi did as she asked while his heart pounded in dread. Damn it , he thought, his Cajun temper spiking. He’d confirmed another date just after asking Kelli out, while she’d still been in the room. Yeah, it had sucked. Yes, he was the ultimate asshole, but how much punishment should a man have to take in order to be forgiven?
Sweet heaven, she couldn’t think. Not when Remi looked at her with such bright emotion shining in his eyes. Everything about this night felt surreal, out of sync with reality. What she had bargained for, one night in his arms, had apparently never crossed his thick, macho mind.
‘Scratch an itch,’ Kelli had told him. They both needed to get over whatever chemistry had pulled them together in the first place. Instead, he’d declared his intentions, or something like that, and expected her to fall into place.
With jerky movements, she got out of the tub, ran a towel over her wet body and pulled her robe on. Remi still lounged in the tub, looking like an angel ready to be tempted, his dark hair forming little curls thanks to the heat and dampness. Slumberous black eyes blinked innocently under her scrutiny as the edge of his sensuous lips curved up.
“Keep looking at me like that, chère , and we’ll never get things settled between us.” The Louisiana accent thickened as he settled himself in the tub, strong arms resting on the lip by the headrest.
“And how am I looking at you?”
Dumb ass . She wanted to smack herself before the words had left her mouth. Just because Remi looked like a wet dream brought to life and could fuck better than any of her fantasies didn’t mean she should encourage him. Not if she wanted answers, not if she wanted the truth. A strange heat in her stomach only encouraged her belief that she was on the right path.
“Like I’m your favourite flavour of ice-cream on a hot summer day,” he responded in a low, husky tone. “You can lick me anywhere you want,
Hot, bright temper flared at Kelli’s reduction of his feelings and their connection. Yeah, it’d taken him a while to get over himself, but he’d come here, hadn’t he? Bared what was left of his soul to her, hoping for another chance to make a better impression. Shit, Remi’d even confessed the family fairytale to her. “We’re in a relationship, Kelli. We have been from the moment you asked me to stay. Now, I’m willing to work on whatever issues you can throw at me, but I’ll be damned if you dismiss my feelings like they don’t matter.”
“How am I supposed to believe you, believe in this, us?” Her beautiful eyes held a world of longing along with a healthy dose of disbelief. “We haven’t spoken to each other in months. All of a sudden you show up here, declare your intentions, so to speak, and then expect me to jump on board without catching my breath.”
Yeah, when said out loud it did sound pretty stupid, but Remi couldn’t change the truth, and he said so. “I owned up to being an asshole when we first met. I’ve apologised for it, repeatedly. Either accept it or hit me.”
She drew back, her dark brows drawn together in confusion. “Hit you?”
“Yeah—hit me, smack me, break my nose—whatever will make you feel better.”
“Physical violence does it for you?” Sarcasm hung heavy in her words as she tried to pull away from the grasp of his arms. “That’s really sick, Douget.”
He shook his head. “Look I can’t take away what I did before. I’m offering to make it up to you any way I can. I want us to move past this, past your distrust and into something real.” The words were spoken from the heart, and he knew his emotions were visible for her to see.
“Just give me a minute, please,” she whispered, lowering her eyes.
Remi did as she asked while his heart pounded in dread. Damn it , he thought, his Cajun temper spiking. He’d confirmed another date just after asking Kelli out, while she’d still been in the room. Yeah, it had sucked. Yes, he was the ultimate asshole, but how much punishment should a man have to take in order to be forgiven?
Sweet heaven, she couldn’t think. Not when Remi looked at her with such bright emotion shining in his eyes. Everything about this night felt surreal, out of sync with reality. What she had bargained for, one night in his arms, had apparently never crossed his thick, macho mind.
‘Scratch an itch,’ Kelli had told him. They both needed to get over whatever chemistry had pulled them together in the first place. Instead, he’d declared his intentions, or something like that, and expected her to fall into place.
With jerky movements, she got out of the tub, ran a towel over her wet body and pulled her robe on. Remi still lounged in the tub, looking like an angel ready to be tempted, his dark hair forming little curls thanks to the heat and dampness. Slumberous black eyes blinked innocently under her scrutiny as the edge of his sensuous lips curved up.
“Keep looking at me like that, chère , and we’ll never get things settled between us.” The Louisiana accent thickened as he settled himself in the tub, strong arms resting on the lip by the headrest.
“And how am I looking at you?”
Dumb ass . She wanted to smack herself before the words had left her mouth. Just because Remi looked like a wet dream brought to life and could fuck better than any of her fantasies didn’t mean she should encourage him. Not if she wanted answers, not if she wanted the truth. A strange heat in her stomach only encouraged her belief that she was on the right path.
“Like I’m your favourite flavour of ice-cream on a hot summer day,” he responded in a low, husky tone. “You can lick me anywhere you want,
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