I frown, trying to figure out what he’s talking about. It takes me a minute to realize what I said before he went crazy. I shake my head. “Because it has changed things. You’ve made me nervous about being around your parents. I don’t want them to get the wrong idea about us.”
“Wrong idea?” he prompts, his voice tight and very controlled.
I scrunch up my face and rub my temple, trying to figure out how I keep setting him off. I don’t have a doubt in my mind that he’s angry about my reply. I’m feeling like I need to walk on eggshells around him. “Exactly. I mean, we’re just?—”
“Just what?”
“We’re—”
“I’d be very careful with how you respond here, Thea.”
“The way you keep interrupting me, I’m not sure I’ll bother responding. You seem to know everything already,” I snap.
“I love it when you get pissed. So much fire inside of you, Gorgeous. I love that I’m going to be the man to own it.”
“You’re being a little overconfident, aren’t you?”
“Not in the least. Now, back to our discussion.”
“I don’t remember what we were talking about,” I lie.
“Then let me refresh your memory,” he hums, his voice dropping down an octave. He sounds way too sexy for my peace of mind. “I was telling you, I’m going to be doing a lot more than kissing you. It may seem soon to you, but I don’t give a damn. I’ve had a small taste of you, and I want more.”
“What about what I want, Dom?” I huff, feeling exasperated.
“You want me.”
“I—”
“Go ahead, sweetheart, deny it. I want you to. You do, and I’ll have to prove you’re lying. I can’t tell you how much I want to do exactly that.”
“Maybe I do want you, but it’s just hormones. It’s not like you and I have fallen deeply in love. We barely know one another. It has just been a while for me and you…”
“What about me?”
“I don’t know. Maybe you’re just trying to prove you can move on from Gabby. You can’t deny that both of us have been through the ringer lately.”
“So, that’s what you think is going on with us? I’m licking my wounds and getting over Gabby by trying to be with you?”
Shit. How do I answer that?
Chapter 23
Dom
“So, that’s what you think is going on with us? I’m licking my wounds and getting over Gabby by trying to be with you?” I ask, frustrated as fuck.
“Well, aren’t you?” she gripes, as if it is all just a foregone conclusion.
“Damn, sweetheart, I never knew you were blind.”
“What?”
I put pressure on her hips while pushing up against her. I grind her sweet pussy against the unyielding outline of my cock. I’m so fucking hard that it is a wonder that I don’t rip out of my jeans. I know she can feel me—I would have known it even if a moan hadn’t escaped her lips.
“I’m thinking about only you when we’re together, Thea.”
“Dom—”