“I’ve been sleeping next to you all day. I’ll be fine.”
“Just lay the hell down,” I snapped, exasperated by him.
He shook his head. “I’m not laying down next to you. I’ll just fuck you again, and I don’t want to do that because I kind of fucking hate you at the moment.”
“Hate me? I haven’t done anything!”
“I’ll go to my own room.”
Ah, shit. I looked down at my hands. “You can’t go to your room.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Uh, well…your room is sort of out of commission right now, Aston. This bed is your best bet because Tuck’s taken the couch and he doesn’t like the share.”
He glowered at me, confused. “What’s wrong with my room?”
“It’s under renovation.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“It’s…in need of work.”
He studied me suspiciously. “What did you do?”
My jaw dropped. “You automatically assume I did something to it? What if a meteor hit it?”
“What did you do?” he pressed again.
I sighed, defeated. “Nothing good.”
Before I could further explain, his face went blank and he stormed out. I bit my lip nervously as I heard him enter his room and move things around. He cursed under his breath. If he thought it was bad now, he should have seen how bad it looked right after my episode.
Currently, it wasn’t in total chaos. The floor had been cleared, glass and wood picked up. But I’d driven that axe into his mattress, headboard, into his desk and television screen, and those things had remained with the promise of finishing the job later. Only later became never, and neither Mom nor I ventured back in there.
If I’d known he would come back…well, it would have been pristine, every surface polished by my tongue if need be. I was that obsessed to have him.
He returned minutes later and stood in the centre of my room, staring at me with his hands on his hips. “What the fuck, El? All my shit is broken.”
My cheeks warmed. “I uh…I sort of had a breakdown.”
“With a fucking chainsaw?”
“It was an…axe.”
“An axe,” he repeated in disbelief before his eyes zoned in at my hands. “That scar on your palm, it was never there before.”
“I hurt myself.”
“Purposely?”
“No.”
“With the axe?”
I let out a long breath and nodded.
“Fuck, El.” He slowly moved to me and collapsed on the mattress. He unclasped my hands and ran his finger down the scar on my palm, cursing again at the sight of it. Then he raised it to his lips and placed a soft kiss there. “You’re crazy, aren’t you?” he questioned with an amused smile.
“Only when it comes to you,” I answered breathlessly, watching him rest more kisses on my skin. I broke out in goosebumps, and he chuckled when he saw them, rubbing his fingers down my arm.
“I love how affected you are by me.” When I didn’t reply, he looked up at me, his gaze warm. “I surrender. I’ll stay.”
“In bed with me,” I added.
He tilted his head to the side, green eyes trailing over my face and then down my bare torso. His other hand reached out and grazed my breast, cupping it with a light squeeze. “Only if I can play with these,” he told me.
I bit my lip to stop from grinning like an idiot. “Okay, but you have to be naked.”
He grinned back and stood up, ditching his briefs in a split second. Then he climbed back into bed with me and spooned me near the edge of the mattress. He pulled the covers over our chilled bodies and continued stroking my breasts. It was like he’d never been gone. Only the right guy could make you feel that way.
“You can see your doctor tomorrow,” he said to me before I fell asleep. “But I don’t agree with it.”
“You’re overreacting,” I mumbled in return. “But thanks for your permission.”
“I’m not overreacting. I just know he won’t be better than me.”
“Is that right?”
“No one knows you like I do.” His hand drifted down my stomach and between my legs. “And no one can make you come like I do,” he whispered into my ear, stroking me.
I shivered against him and then pushed his hand away. “Your ego is very unattractive.”
“Doesn’t fit the stereotype?”
I laughed. “No. You’re meant to be awkward. You’re not meant to know how to please a lady.”
“But you’re not a lady.”
I elbowed him and he laughed. “If you weren’t so good with that tongue, I’d have cut it off.”