Pistol Whipped - Ashley Bostock Page 0,57

picked up speed and made it to her door in record time, but he was quick to follow her there. She shivered at his body heat behind her, the slight brush of his clothes as she unlocked her door. He didn’t let up. He nudged her into the condo and kicked the door shut behind him. Setting her purse on the table, she turned the lights on and turned to face him.

“What do you want from me, Gabriella?” Oh, he was mad, too. The deep V lining his forehead, the grim look on his mouth and how he kept flexing his hands into fists had her wanting two things: to fight with him and make love to him. Fuck him.

I want to be mad at you for leaving, I don’t want to be in love with you like I am. “I want you to not look at my nipples.” Big fat lie. She didn’t even have to glance down to know her traitorous nipples-in-question were hard as pebbles as she spoke.

His hard gaze traveled to her chest. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not.”

“They’re hard as fuck right now, and when they’re hard, it means you’re turned on.”

She folded her arms over her chest.

“Don’t do that. Don’t cover them from me. Anyone else, but not me.”

“Why not you? You haven’t even called me since you left.” She closed her mouth abruptly, not wanting to say anymore. Not wanting him to know how this entire situation made her feel.

“I’ve been busy, there’s been no time,” his voice softened. “I’ve wanted to, believe me.”

“It’s not that hard to pick up the phone, Logan. Why are you here, anyway?”

Logan ran his hand through his hair, causing a mild dust storm of fire extinguisher residue. Poor guy needed a shower.

“Look, go take a shower. We can talk about this later.”

Logan shook his head back and forth. “We’re dealing with this now. I’m not getting in the shower alone.”

Oh gosh, she loved this. Loved the way he got so bossy. Loved how he made her feel. The painstakingly feel-good feeling he elicited out of her like no one else could. Her nipples tingled, his gaze was once again on them. His tongue came out in a brief flicker and he licked his bottom lip. She’d never experienced arousal and anger bundled up together in one package before. It was like a plastic bag floating in the wind—up, down, up, down.

She folded her arms back over her chest. “I’m not showering with you.”

“You want to. Why won’t you do it?” This time he reached out to her and pulled her arms away from her chest.

“Because we can’t be together, Logan. And I’m mad at you.” Her voice was a little louder this time, a little more confident.

“Well, I’m mad, too. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting to peel off your teeny Barbie clothes and sink my cock into your body.”

She swallowed. How much longer can I take this before I wind up in the shower with him? Images of them in the shower, water falling all over his body, grasping his erection and guiding it into her body wasn’t what her brain was supposed to be thinking about. One glance south told her he was ready and wanting. How much longer would he wait? Focus, Gabbie.

“Excuse me, why are you mad at me? I didn’t move away, I have at least called you and I just pistol-whipped some guy to save your ass! So, what could you possibly be mad at me for?” Oh crap, the college pregnancy. Any chance he would forget that?

“Because you didn’t trust me enough to tell me about what happened in college. You didn’t even give me a chance to form my own opinion or to kick Jed’s ass, because I would have…just because. You know, I’ve trusted you with everything I’ve ever known. And talk about a huge slap in the face to discover you didn’t share my sentiments.”

“That’s not true.” She shook her head. “I’ve trusted and told you everything there is to tell you.”

“Just not about this. Not about how you’ve been afraid to have sex because you don’t want to be pregnant again. How you have never had great enough sex to desire it from anyone. Gabriella, I’m me. I’m Logan. It hurts that you couldn’t trust me with your deepest secret.”

“I’m sorry. I truly am sorry. Once so much time had passed, it became more of just a secret that was no longer a big deal.”

“Except when