“Ty –”
“Why?”
“Why are you doing this?” she asked quietly.
He gave her another careful shake. “Answer me, Lexie. Why’d you throw your bouquet away?”
“It was just flowers.”
“It wasn’t.”
“No, you’re right. It wasn’t,” she told him softly. “Then, after you put me in my place, it was.”
He closed his eyes and shoved his face in her neck.
He couldn’t do this. For two days he told himself he could, this was better, this was safer, not for him, for her. He’d let her in, wanted her to come in and she did. Then he saw the error of his ways. Then, being a dick, he’d pushed her back over the line he’d drawn to keep her safe from his shit, from him and he’d made it clear she should stay there. She got his message, she couldn’t miss it.
But Christ, he couldn’t do it.
He had to have her light back.
“Let me go,” she whispered.
“No.”
“Let me go.”
He moved his lips to her ear and whispered, “I hurt you, baby.”
Her body went still in his arms and she whispered back, “Don’t.”
“I was a dick; I f**ked up and hurt you.”
“Stop it.”
He tightened his arms and pressed his temple into her hair.
It was soft as well as thick and smelled f**king great. He wanted his hands in it. He wanted to feel it on his skin. He wanted to feel it all around as her mouth worked his cock.
“I’m sorry I hurt you, Lexie,” he murmured into her hair.
“Please stop it.”
He slid his hand from her arm, up her shoulder to wrap it around the side of her neck as he slid his temple down her hair so his lips were at the other side of her neck.
“You honest to God nearly came with only my mouth on yours?”
She gave a jerk at his change of subject but he didn’t let her go, instead, he held her closer.
“Let me go,” she demanded.
“Answer me,” he ordered in return. “All it took was my mouth?”
“Ty –”
“Answer,” he growled into her skin.
“No,” she hissed. “There was your tongue and your leg was tangled in mine and you also ran your hand down my side.”