after last night and this morning, I was wary of what she might be thinking. Knowing Lou, she was devising a plan to get what she wanted from me.
“What?” I growled when the heat from her stare grew too intense.
Her eyebrow lifted when I met her gaze. “You’re really grumpy this morning. You know that?”
I didn’t respond as I started the machine and then fled. Of course, I was irritable. My balls were full.
“Do you want to talk about last night?” she inquired shyly as she trailed me back to the kitchen.
“No.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t—”
I turned on her before she could finish, and she stared back at me wide-eyed. “Don’t you dare apologize to me. I’m the one who knew better.”
“But I—”
“You weren’t ready.”
Her gaze hardened before she closed the distance between us and pressed her breasts against my chest. I could feel her hard nipples poking through my T-shirt that she still wore—and nothing else.
“I’m sure it seemed that way when you were scaring me on purpose.”
“And if you were ready to be fucked, Lou, I wouldn’t have succeeded.”
“You were a dick, and you hurt me. Are you telling me women like that?”
I shrugged and turned away. “Some do.”
She huffed and crossed her arms. “Well, I don’t.”
I laughed and shoved aside the need to prove her wrong. “You don’t know what you like, Lou. You haven’t had a chance to find out.”
“Gee,” she retorted sarcastically, “I wonder why.”
“Because you’re not mine to take.”
“I think that’s my decision.”
“And mine,” I told her with a smug smile. “Since it takes two to tango.”
She quickly wiped the smirk off my face, however, when she turned for the stairs and threw over her shoulder. “Not really.”
AS EXPECTED, WREN WAS TOO smart to follow me upstairs after I dropped that bomb and walked away, but that didn’t mean he stayed away. An hour later, I was beginning to doze off from sheer boredom when he walked into the guest room with an arm full of my freshly washed clothes and snarled at me to get dressed. He’d taken a shower and put on black jeans and a matching black long-sleeve shirt that hugged his chest. If it were his mission to torture me, he had certainly succeeded. The clothes paired with his dangerous natural magnetism made him seem more unattainable than ever.
Before he could escape, I stood and pulled his T-shirt over my head, not feeling as shy as I might have been before last night. To my surprise, he didn’t turn away. He leaned against the wall near the door and let his eyes roam every inch. He’d probably assumed I’d back down as I had last night, but the joke would be on him. I had too much riding on his surrender.
I let my gaze drop and didn’t have to question if he liked what he saw. Seeing him this way pushed aside the urge to cover myself. “You still want me to get dressed?” I asked him with more confidence than I felt.
“No…but I need you to.” He swallowed hard. “Please.”
“And what about what I need?”
I didn’t give him a chance to respond before I sank back onto the bed. I wasn’t sure how far I was willing to go in my seduction, but we were both about to find out. Together.
I parted my legs. Slowly. So slow that he could have stopped me before it was too late, but he didn’t. He watched as I opened myself to him, and when I was done, he devoured me with his eyes. They were so blue that for a moment, I was startled, and left trembling in the wake of his emotions. Lifting my hand, I wanted to show him just how close to the edge he’d pushed me, but not quite having the courage, I placed my hand on my knee instead.
“Best friends are supposed to take care of each other.” His gaze found mine at the same time my hand started to slide up my thigh. It was all I could do not to close my eyes and sever the connection. “You’re always there for me…except when I need you most.”
My hand was now close enough to feel the heat between my legs rising as anticipation mounted. This wouldn’t be the first time I’d touched myself, but in the past, it was out of curiosity. Only now did I understand that I’d been building up to this moment. To have the courage to take what was rightfully mine.
I sighed as