“Why did you ask for your room to be next to mine?” she asks softly. Her eyes drop to her lap, and she fiddles with the bottom of her t-shirt. The oversized collar slips over her shoulder and I right it. A shiver wracks her body at the touch of my fingers, and I can’t help but smile. She wants to pretend she’s not affected by me, but she is. “And don’t try to tell me again that you didn’t.”
I take a deep breath and plant my hands on my hips. “The truth?”
She nods. “Always.”
“After your ex attacked you and Whimsy, I find myself paranoid when it comes to you. I … I didn’t like the idea of you being by yourself if you decided to bring a guy back to your room and he turned out to be a piece of shit.”
“And you would’ve been okay with that? Me bringing a guy to my room?”
I clench my teeth, the grind of my molars audible in the small space.
“I don’t have any right to be bothered by it.”
“Just because you have no right doesn’t mean you wouldn’t be,” she counters, scooting forward and letting her legs sway back and forth. “So, tell me, Fisher, how would you feel if I was next door right now, screaming some other guy’s name? How would you feel hearing me begging him to fuck me harder?” Shestretches up and it brings her mouth dangerously close to mine. “What if you had to hear me screaming his?—”
I slam my mouth on hers, desperate to silence the next words out of her mouth.
I start to pull away, fully expecting her to not be pleased with me, but her fingers wind around the back of my neck and she pulls me in tighter, deepening the kiss with a tiny little moan that nearly brings me to my knees.
Bracing one hand on the mirror, I grab the back of her head with the other.
The kiss is intense, soul-stealing in a way that if I didn’t already belong to her heart, body, and soul then I would now.
Another small sound leaves her and I’m all too eager to swallow it. I’ll take whatever she gives me and then some.
She scoots closer to the edge of the counter, and I groan when she wraps a leg around my hips and pulls me into her. She gasps when she feels how hard I am and rolls her hips against me. Sliding my hand down to her hips, I still her before she can keep that up and I end up embarrassing myself.
“Fisher,” she moans my name, and fuck if it doesn’t nearly drop me to my knees.
I pull away slightly from her, cupping her warm cheeks between my hands. Our noses press together, and neither one of us seems capable of catching our breath.
“I-I should go back to my room,” she stutters, her fingers flexing against the cotton fabric of my t-shirt.
“Probably,” I agree, but neither of us makes a move to separate. “Are you hungry?”
She leans back and I hate the loss of contact with her as I let my hands drift back to my sides. “I am actually.”
“I saw a diner down the street.”
A hint of a smile is there and gone on her lips. “Burgers and fries?”
I nod. “And a malt if they have one?”
“Only if it’s chocolate.”
I smile. For a moment it feels like I’m twenty-three again and things are good between us. “You have yourself a deal.”
CHAPTER 12
EBBA
The diner isempty except for us. I guess even in Vegas people eventually go to sleep.
“We’re going to be dead tired tomorrow … well, today.”
Fisher chuckles. “Nothing is planned until the evening so I’m sure we can manage to sleep in.”
I know he’s not implying that we’ll be sleepingtogether, but a shiver runs down my spine all the same. I don’t know what’s happening between us tonight. Maybe I’m just tired and my defenses are down, or maybe I’m not as angry anymore as I thought I was. Whatever the reason, I’menjoyingbeing out with him tonight.