in anticipation. However, he doesn’t climb onto the bed like I expect him to.
Instead, he folds his arms over his chest and watches my every move. The way his eyes lock onto me feels like a caress. I narrow my eyes at him.
What the heck is he waiting for?
“Make that pussy come for me,” he says, his voice thick and husky with lust.
I bite my lip and work harder to get there. I want to please him. It’s almost like it becomes my mission.
I start to moan loudly and that seems to pull a response from him. He shoves a hand through his hair. Lifting his eyes from my center to look me in mine is all I need. It’s like he’s pulled a trigger.
I cry out and soak my fingers and the sheets. His face twists with desire and he licks his lips. I lift and peel the shirt from my shoulders, but he shakes his head.
“I’m not going to touch, baby. I told you that last night.”
I pause and glare at him. Did he really just watch me masturbate to tell me no? He gives me a cocky grin and I swear, I want to charge at him.
“You can’t be serious.”
“You want to shower first?” he says as he looks my body over.
I snort. “It’s all yours,” I say, jumping from the bed and snatching up the dress shirt to toss it back on.
He doesn’t take his eyes off of me. I grab my phone and go to stomp out of the room, but he grabs my arm and halts me. I stare daggers down at his hand.
“Give me fifteen. I’ll order us breakfast. Then we can talk.”
“Whatever.”
I yank my arm from him and storm out into the living area. I pace the floor mumbling to myself. This was all a bad idea.
I don’t think straight around John. As I pace a memory flashes in my head. I pause and stare into space.
The memory is of my father. It’s so clear I can smell his cologne. I can even feel the distance between us. It’s not the physical space, it’s more his demeanor.
The look on his face is so harsh. I don’t fear him, but I do feel as if at that moment I’ve disappointed him. However, it’s as if I too had been annoyed.
He’s sitting at the head of the table as always. It’s only the two of us. He placed his wine glass down and looked at me.
“One day you will learn you can’t trust everyone,” he said coldly. “Especially these little boys.”
“But we were just friends—”
He holds up his hand. “Concentrate on the things that will get you ahead in life. Boys will come and go. If they think they can get to what’s between your legs, they will sniff around longer, but never for long. Focus on your priorities. Be smart.”
I blink the memory away and turn to stare at the bedroom. Of all the memories to come forward now. I should be looking for Natasha. That should be my priority. I harden my resolve to leave John alone. It’s time I go.
I rush into the room and get dressed, keeping John’s shirt. Yup, I’m the coward this time. Or maybe I’m just being smart.
Either way, I’m over it.
John
“Roni,” I call out as I step out of the bathroom drying my hair with a towel. “How about after we eat, we go shopping since you need something to wear? We can—”
I stop short when I walk into an empty living area. The first thing I do is look for her little bag. Like her, it’s gone.
I clench my jaw and turn back for the bathroom, where I left my phone. Sure enough, I pull up the GPS on her phone and find it moving toward the airport. The sane part of me says to let it go. Let her go.
Then there’s the part of me that won’t allow me to. We need to talk. She’s not leaving without us having a sober talk.
Clearly, there is something between us and I don’t think ignoring it is an option. Shit, I’m hard thinking about her beneath me last night. And this morning, watching her please herself in front of me with not a care in the world, ready to give herself to me.
“Argh.” With a groan, I turn to head back into the bedroom to dress as I call her phone.
It goes right to voicemail. I fold my arms across my chest as I wait for