Nunh-unh. No way.”
His grin died when I mentioned the “getting shot at” bit.
Then he asked me, “If your life was just fine, why were you singin’ to me about how lonesome you were?”
“It’s just a song, Mace.”
“Bul shit,” he clipped, impatient with my lying. “Stel a, you told me yourself, none of the songs you sing are just songs.” Okay, he had me there. I couldn’t keep fighting that point.
I’d definitely lose.
“What about when you can’t take my groupies anymore?
When you get fed up with the band? What then, Mace? You leave again? Or you ask me to leave the band? Which one would work for you? Because neither one of those options works for me. Either way, I lose something important to me.”
“So, I’m important to you?”
Effing hel . I walked right into that one, hel , I’d set myself up to walk into that one.
I yanked hard and pul ed away from him again.
“You were,” I told him. “I’m over it now. My point was –” I stopped talking because his hand shot out, his fingers cupped the back of my head and he pul ed me forward. He leaned into me so close I could feel his breath on my lips and I could see nothing but his eyes.
“This conversation is finished,” he announced and my eyes got big at another demonstration of his sheer arrogance. “I f**ked up and hurt you. It won’t happen again.” His fingers tensed around my head and his deep voice dropped low. “I promise you, Kitten, it won’t happen again.
You don’t trust me now but I’l make it so you wil . You say you can’t forgive me but I’l find a way to change your mind.” I was beginning to get scared. If I was being honest, I was actual y shooting straight toward terrified.
“Mace –”
He talked through me saying his name. “But you didn’t open up to me so I didn’t know how you felt, what I had and what I’d leave behind. That won’t happen again either.”
“Okay, my new point is, regardless of al that, you did leave me behind,” I snapped, pul ing my ragged desperation close and pushing against his hand.
“It won’t happen again,” he repeated and he sounded sure.
I was not sure. “You’re right because we aren’t getting back together.”
“Yeah, we are.”
“Mace, we are not.”
“Kitten, it’s done.” Now he sounded even more sure!
“It isn’t!” I shouted.
His eyes went even more intense, more alert and he looked…
Oh effing hel , he looked like he looked right before he’d make his move to kiss me with the intent of bedding me, energized, aroused and definitely, definitely hot.
I held my breath.
“You chal enging me?” he murmured softly.
I had the distinct feeling I’d painted myself into a corner.
Okay, screw the paint job, Stella Gunn, just exit the effing room! My brain advised.
“No. I’m not chal enging you. I’m just saying –” He cut me off, “Chal enge accepted.”