wasn’t staring at him in any certain way except to listen to what he was fucking saying!”
“Well, I didn’t like it.” My tone is acidic because I hate how foolish I feel right now. I hate how seeing her smile sweetly at him made me lose my fucking mind. More than all of that, I hate that I feel completely powerless with this woman. I crave her every fucking day, and we’re still doing this stupid secretive song and dance.
Reaching out, I gently grip her shoulders, forcing her to look at me. “Look, Tilly. You’re the one holding all the cards here. I asked you to be mine, you said yes. You wanted to take things slow, and I’m fine with that. I asked to tell your brother about us, you said no. I’m doing my fucking best not to push you at every turn, but I’m only so strong.”
Her eyes swim with uncertainty. “What do you want from me?”
“I want more,” I huff, my entire body aching to be wrapped around her. My voice softens when I repeat my words for no other reason than because it’s true. “I want more.”
She inhales and exhales slowly, her face warring with indecision that I fucking hate. How is she not secure in this? How has she not seen what we’ve had these past few weeks? I’ve never felt this way about a woman. Ever. She’s the exception. She was the exception five years ago, and she’s the exception now.
“Can we go back to my place now?” I beg because no matter how unsure she is, I can’t leave her like this.
She nods woodenly, and I feel my body sag with relief because a dark part inside me feared she might bolt after my jealous fit. The vibrating knickers went from fun to punishing all in a blink because I turned into an insecure arse.
I lace my fingers in hers and pull her down the hall towards the steps because even if I was a prat, I need to feel her skin against mine. This whole evening was fucking painful. When I walked into the suite and saw her at the bar, it took every bit of my strength not to step up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. But that wasn’t what she wanted. Yes, I was punishing her with that vibrator, but only because I had a sick hope that if I’d showed her how badly she wants me, she’d finally drop her shield and tell me what we are. It’s been weeks, and I still don’t fucking know for sure.
All I know is that she wanted to play it safe tonight, so I tried. But watching her fight back her pleasure, her cheeks flushed, teeth sunken into her lip—she was a wet fucking dream for me.
Christ.
I need to be inside her.
I shake that thought away because we’re waiting. We’re waiting because when I go inside her, I need to know what we are. None of this uncertainty and secrecy. I fucking hate it.
God, I’m a mess. I’ve been reduced to an insecure, pouting idiot in my own bloody mind. I just need to taste her and remind myself how good we are, and my head will feel right again.
As soon as we’re outside of the stadium and standing by my car, I press her up against the passenger door and grab her face. “What are you doing?” she asks, her brows knit together with confusion.
“I’ve been hard for the past hour, and I can’t shake this feeling that I’m losing you.”
Her eyes widen with genuine shock. “You’re not losing me.”
“Then please, vorrei tanto baciarti.” I run my thumbs along her cheekbones. “Please let me fucking kiss you.”
When she glances at my lips, that’s all the reply I need as I slant my mouth and crush into hers. It’s not a sweet, reacquainting kiss that dips our toes into the shallow end of our desires. It’s a hard, plunging cannonball of devouring that sends shockwaves of longing all the way to the depths of my soul.
She moans against my lips and grabs my jacket, pulling me close so our chests rub together. I hungrily devour her in the middle of a parking lot, reminding myself of the fact she wants me just as much as I want her. I know this.
And I know she wasn’t flirting tonight, so why the bloody hell did I get so upset?
Because Tilly is like a wild stallion that will bolt at