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CHAPTER FIVE
Since when did men withhold sex until you agreed to be in a relationship with them? What kind of backward ass town was this?
“I don’t want to go.” The intensity in his voice sent a shiver down her spine. When he took a step closer, placing himself back between her thighs, the air electrified around them. “In fact, the last thing I want to do right now is leave.”
“Then what do you want?” Her voice came out in a breathless whisper.
Next thing she knew, his forehead was on her again, pushing against her own. “You know what I want.”
She let her eyes flutter closed as she breathed him in. Why was he doing this? Why did he have to want more?
When she didn’t reply, he continued.
“I want my mouth back on you, Libby.” She kept her eyes shut. Letting his husky words wrap around her. Embracing the goosebumps. “I want your sexy as fuck legs spread.” Holy mother of shit-balls. “I want to spend all damn night tracing every inch of you with my tongue. And I don't want to stop until you’re dripping down onto my chin.”
Did he really just say that?
“But as I’ve already told you ... that’s not gonna happen. Not tonight. Not until you agree to be mine.”
Alarm bells were ringing in her head again. Step away from the hot fireman.
No matter how tempted she was, self-preservation was much more important. This guy had heartbreaker written all over him. That scared her more than how badly she craved him. It was time to back the hell up.
Can you say mother issues much?
The problem with being pinned to a kitchen countertop is that you’re stuck. You can’t take a step back. Run away. Or even fake a heart attack. Libby really wished she could fake a heart attack right about now.
“I can’t do that. You know I can’t do that. Anything else ... but not that.” So much for the alarm bells. She was going rogue.
“Anything else?” Zach asked suspiciously as his brows knitted together.
“Yeah. I can carry on being your friend or ...”
“Or?”
“Or we can do this.” She gulped, as blazing blue eyes burned into her. Okay. It was a good thing you couldn’t spontaneously combust from a look. “No strings; no promises; wham, bam, thank you ma’am, shut-the-door-on-your-way-out casual.”
A lopsided grin tipped Zach’s lips. Good. Her not-so-subtle description had managed to slice through at least some of the thickness in the air.
“But not both?” he asked.
“No. You have to choose.” Boundaries, she reminded herself. This was the right decision. He could have one or the other, but not both. Not if she was going to protect her heart.
“So you mean to say, I can’t have sex and friendship?” All traces of his smile were gone. “You expect me to bang you and then what ... leave? How does it work? Do I get a special booty call buzzer, or do you just text me an eggplant emoji when you’re ready to go again?”
His harsh words cut through her. The air was back to feeling thick. And her heart was back to pounding. Only this time, it was pounding for an entirely different reason.
“You’re an asshole.”
Desperately in need of some physical distance, she pushed at his hard chest until he stumbled backward, and she was free to escape the countertop.
She didn’t get very far though; he was back in her space within seconds. Pressing his body against hers and dipping his head until she was once again close enough to taste his smoky scent.
