Her eyes narrowed, and I watched the flurry of emotions flicker across her face; anger, distrust, hurt, settling on confusion.
“I saw you kiss her on the porch earlier.”
I shook my head. “You saw her kiss me.”
“She wants you.”
Pulling her closer to me, I ran my hands up and down her arms.
“Well, that’s too bad,” I said. “Because I want you. Just you.”
Unable to resist, I bent down and brushed my lips against her forehead. “You’re mine, baby. I don’t want to look at anyone else.”
Her body sagged in my arms as she drew in a ragged breath. “I’m not… I don’t want…”
I cut her off before she could finish. “Don’t say it. Please. And you are mine, or at least you will be, when you forgive me.”
Lee shivered.
A deep frown wrinkled her cute forehead. She seemed to think about what I had said for a moment, before speaking. “Why should I believe you this time? You, Kyle Carter, are a big fat liar.”
She looked so cute, sounded so prissy that I couldn’t help smile. I knew this was a serious situation, but, for the life of me, I couldn’t wipe the smirk off my face.
Pulling back from her, I lifted my shirt and pretended to inspect my stomach. “Fat, you think I’m fat?”
Lee sank down on her bed and burst into tears.
“Are you okay?” I demanded, crouching down in front of her. “Are you sick?”
Jesus Christ, I was about two seconds away from calling 911.
I shouldn’t have gotten in her face. Goddammit. I reached for my cell in my pocket.
“I’m the fat one, not you,” Lee hiccupped, pointing at herself, and then me. “You…you’re all ripples and sexy grooves and I’m…I’m a cow.”
I laughed and Lee threw her hands over her face, crying harder.
Shit, I was not good at this.
“Are you serious?” I asked as I tried to coax her hands from her face.
She swung her face up to meet mine.
“Do I look like I’m joking?” she growled, before continuing her sobbing. “And now, you’re laughing at me.”
Christ, she went from angry, to sad, to angry in sixty seconds flat.
I tried to smother my smile, and pulled her towards me.
“Don’t hug me. I’m mad at you,” she whispered, even though she had a death grip on my shirt. She clung to me like a little monkey.
I could get used to this.
“I know, baby. I’m a horrible, selfish bastard,” I crooned, stroking her head, rubbing her back slowly.
I could feel her nodding against my shoulder as her body slowly relaxed.
“You are,” she agreed, sniffling, as she slipped her hands under my t-shirt.
“And fat. I’m fat, too,” I coaxed, hoping she wouldn’t stop touching me.
“So fat,” she breathed, as her hands roamed up my chest.
Holy shit.
I moved to sit beside her, and without breaking contact with her, I pulled her onto my lap.
She straddled me, snuggling into my chest as she cried and felt me up, at the same time.
“Don’t forget ugly,” I added, leaning down to kiss her cheek.
She seemed to warm from insulting me, so I was all for it. I’d say just about anything she wanted to hear.
Lee turned her face towards me, at the same moment I did, and our lips brushed.
I froze, and Lee sucked in a sharp breath.
“You’re a very bad man,” she murmured.
I wasn’t sure who moved first, but suddenly our lips were welded together.
My hand trailed up to cusp the side of her face.
“So bad,” I agreed, fucking thrilled from the sensation of Lee’s mouth against mine. Her lips were soft, swollen and melted perfectly against mine.
I knew this was probably going to come back and bite me in the ass, but Lee in my lap, with her lips on my mouth, after six weeks of doubt and insecurity made it totally worth it.
I shifted back on the bed, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. Her mouth opened as she sighed, and I slipped my tongue inside, desperate to taste her.
Jesus, she was even more delicious than I remembered. It had been a long fucking six weeks, and I wanted what was mine. She was mine. She just needed to realize that.
I could hold her forever…
Our tongues collided, brushing against the other, taking slow swipes and licks that were driving me out of my mind, and loosening what little hold I had on my self-control.
I groaned into her mouth, unable to conceal my excitement, or my desire. I was fucking hard, and pressing against the softest part of her body.
Lee’s hands tangled in my hair, tugging eagerly, as she grinded her hips.
I slipped my hands under her shirt and caressed her bare skin with trembling fingers. I trailed my hands down her spine, over the curve of her hips, her waist and back up.