Falling for the Enemy(12)

Going around the counter, she grabbed his arm. June ignored the electricity she felt from his touch alone.

“I need to talk to you,” she said, tugging him out the door. It was freezing for November, but she couldn’t feel anything past the initial pain.

Moving out of sight of the town, she took him down the alley way. “What’s your problem?” she asked, letting him go.

“There’s no problem. I’m giving you flowers to make up for my behavior earlier this morning.”

She shook her head. “I don’t need roses. I don’t need you to make anything up to me. Whatever game you’re playing, I don’t want any part of it.” The roses were beautiful. If they were given to her by a man who didn’t share the history that she and Trey shared, she’d have gladly taken them.

“I’m not playing any game.”

“All you do is play games. I’m not going to be the butt of your jokes, Trey. High school ended, and I’m back making a go of it in this town because my parents wanted me to. I didn’t want to come back here at all. Keep your roses, and keep your apology.”

She turned to leave, but Trey grabbed her arm, pulling her back.

Her back was to the wall. “I want you to have the roses.”

“I don’t want them.”

June fought the tears. Her mind assailed by all the memories and wishes she’d once had. There was a time when she would have jumped for joy at Trey giving her roses. No more, he forced those feelings out of her.

She refused to feel anything for him other than hate.

“I’m not that asshole who hurt you, June.”

“Prove it.” The words slipped out of her mouth before she could stop them. Looking up into Trey’s dark eyes she saw them dilate.

“Fine.”

In the next instant his lips were on hers, stopping all the fight she’d once had for him. The roses were dropped to the floor as his hands cupped her face. She felt him pull the band holding her ponytail in place. Her curls cascaded around her face, and his hands sank into the length.

Moaning, June ran her hands up his arms and circled his neck. She pressed her body against him, relishing the touch of his lips on hers. His body trapped her against the hard wall. One of his hands left her hair to grip under her knee. He lifted her knee over his thigh and ground himself against her core.

She felt the hot brand of his cock, pressing against her.

Gasping, she let her head fall back, not caring as it hit the wall. His lips moved to her neck, kissing a path down to her breasts.

Trey’s hand fisted in her hair, tightening the strands and making it hurt. She cried out, feeling an answering pulse between her thighs.

Fuck, she couldn’t think, and she needed something more than a few hot kisses. Her body was on fire and ready to fuck. She was slick to the touch.

“June, your mother is on the phone,” Molly said, interrupting the moment.

She jerked, pushing Trey away from her. He was breathing heavily as well. Glancing down at his crotch she saw the evidence of his arousal.

“I’m coming,” she said, cringing at the other meaning as well.

Trey smirked.

“That was a mistake. Don’t touch me again.” She didn’t wait around to hear him talk. Storming into the bakery she was aware of her hair all over the place. She ignored the customers and grabbed the phone from the cradle where it had been placed on hold.

“What’s the matter, Mom?” she asked. Her hands were shaking, and her frustration level was at an all-time high. What was Trey’s game? She didn’t know what he hoped to achieve by doing what he’d just done. None of it made any sense to her.

Shaking her head, she pushed all of her thoughts away and concentrated on her mother.

“It’s Sunday, and your father and I would like to spend it with you. We know how busy you get, and we’re proud of you.”

“You’re not setting me up with someone, are you?” she asked, groaning. Her parents were matchmakers. Both of them spent a great deal of time trying to get her with one man or another.

“He’s a good man. A successful lawyer in the city and he’ll be making partner one day. He’s the son of one of your father’s friends.”

“Mom, no. I’m not doing it.”

“He’s handsome.”

“No.”

“Come on, dear. Please, I promised your father I’d get you here on Sunday.”

She rubbed her temples, feeling the beginnings of a headache. “I thought you were divorcing him.”

“I’m always divorcing your father, honey. You know I love him. There’s no way I could ever leave him.”

“Do you know how crazy that sounds?” June asked.