The Girl Who Chased the Moon: A Novel - By Sarah Addison Allen Page 0,59
a scoffing sound. “And you accuse me of being conniving.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about what you said today.”
He rubbed the side of his face. The blond stubble of his beard made a scratchy sound. “Refresh my memory.”
“You said that I’m only letting you in because I’m planning to leave. And then you walked away from me.”
“Ah.” He let his hand drop. “That.”
“I wasn’t saying that at all, which I would have told you if you’d stuck around. But it doesn’t matter that it wasn’t what I meant. Because, so what?”
He was beginning to think it wasn’t his sleepy mind after all. She really was making no sense. “Excuse me?”
“So what if I was only letting you in because I’m planning to leave. Why would that matter to you? You’ve been trying to get into my pants ever since I came back, and you were going to let something like my leaving get in your way? It didn’t get in your way last time.”
His head suddenly felt hot. She’d struck a nerve. “For the record, you know as well as I do that I could get into your pants at any time.” He took a step toward her, so close his chest grazed her breasts. “Because I know exactly how to do that.”
“So do it now,” she said, obviously trying to be brave, but her voice faltered a little.
“I want in here, too.” He put his finger to her temple.
“You are there.”
“What about here?” He put his hand on her chest, over her heart. Her heart was racing. Was it anger? Fear? Lust?
She suddenly took a step back. “You’re not going to do that to me again.”
“What?”
“Weasel your way into my heart. Charm me and make me think it’s for real, that it’s forever. It took years to get over it last time. You are not going to insinuate forever to me again. You’re not going to promise me anything, and I’m not promising you. So that ‘Stay, because you’re nowhere near where I want you to be’ crap isn’t going to work. Do you know how much easier it would have been if you had just promised me one night? That night? Do realize how much I hated you for making me think you loved me?”
“Julia …”
“No. Promise me one night,” she said. “Don’t promise to love me. Don’t ask me to stay.”
To hell with nobility. He reached for her and kissed her. It was all at once passionate, as if there was too much in him to contain. He was immediately swept up in it. It took no effort, the difference between swimming on your own and being washed away in a flood.
His hands went to the hem of her shirt and slowly pushed it up. When his hands brushed over her bare breasts, her back arched. He broke their kiss. Her fingers automatically tightened in his hair, as if wanting him back. “Jesus, you came here without a bra on,” he said.
He backed her against the wall, and soon her shirt was over her head. She started moving restlessly against him. It made him groan. He clamped a hand onto her hip and surged against her. She met his rhythm flawlessly.
He reached down and unbuttoned her jeans, and she tried to help him push them down while not breaking their kiss, but their lips kept separating. Finally he simply used his foot to slide them the rest of the way down, and she stepped out of them.
“You want one night, I’ll give it to you,” he said as he picked her up and carried her to the couch. “But it’s going to be one hell of a night.”
He stood over her, staring down at her so hungrily that she made an attempt to cover herself. His hands went to the waistband of his pajama bottoms and pushed them down, not taking his eyes off of her. He put one knee on the couch beside her. She swallowed and put her hand up to his bare chest. “Wait, Sawyer.”
He hung his head, sucking in breaths. “What are you doing to me, Julia?”
“I meant, wait because I have to get the condoms out of my jeans pocket.”
He lifted his head, surprised. “I wasn’t lying. I can’t have kids.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” He got up anyway, completely unself-conscious, and went to her jeans. He dug out the condoms and made quick work of putting one on.
“No more waiting,” he said as he covered her body with his.