Rock Chick 07 Regret(142)

“Sorry?” he asked, his voice rough, probably from what just happened and I felt that roughness somewhere happy and deep.

“My Sadies,” I explained quietly, embarrassed and unsure, I kept my face in his neck and, taking a deep breath, I powered on. “See, like I told you, to get through, I needed the Ice Princess. But these last few weeks, trying to find my way, I created more of them, Attitude Sadie, Take Charge Sadie, Nice Sadie… I tried to find them last night to help me but they’re gone.”

He gave me a squeeze and ordered softly, “Look at me.”

I didn’t want to. No, I really didn’t want to. So I didn’t.

“I don’t think I can,” I told him. “You probably think I’m crazy.”

He gave me another squeeze, waiting a moment and then he spoke.

“Mamita, they’re not gone. They’ve always been there, you just discovered them. They’re who you are.”

His words surprised me, mainly because they made sense and I lifted my head to look at him.

“Do you think so?” I asked.

He rolled us so he was mostly on top and his eyes scanned my face.

“Yeah,” he answered. “You’re the most complicated woman I’ve ever met.”

My brows drew together in confusion.

“Is that good?”

He grinned and his eyes went warm.

“Fuck yeah,” he told me through his grin. “Gotta tell you, mi cielo, you missed a few.”

This time, my brows went up.

“I did?”

His mouth touched mine but his eyes stayed open, staring at me. Then his head moved away an inch.

“Yeah. Crazy Sadie. Sweet Sadie. Funny Sadie. And my favorite, the Sadie who just let me fuck her the way I wanted and she got off on it, even more than me.”

Someone, please tell me he did not just say that.

My eyes narrowed.

“I did not get off on it more than you.”

This time he smiled and it was his wicked smile, so, even though I was angry, my belly still melted at the sight.

“You did,” he said.

“I did not,” I retorted.

His hands started moving on me and his mouth came back to mine, not to kiss me but instead he murmured against my lips, “Mamita, don’t you think I can feel you? You’re so wet, you’re slick. You feel like silk. You came hard, you always come hard. I know it, I can feel it. When you do, you get so fuckin’ tight…”

Oh my God!

Even as his words were turning me on (yes, again!), I interrupted him.

“You think a lot of yourself, Hector Chavez,” I snapped, lifting my hands to push at his shoulders, he moved away a few inches but his smile got bigger, whiter and far more glamorous.

“Yeah, and you do too.”

I gasped, outraged.

He bit his lip, watching me then said, “I see I got Attitude Sadie now.” Then his head bent and he nuzzled my neck. “I like her too.”

At his words, for some bizarre reason, ice water flooded my veins and my body froze.

“Don’t make fun of me,” I whispered.

Immediately, his head came up and I noticed his smile had vanished.

He stared at me a second, eyes dark, then he spoke.

“I’m not makin’ fun of you, Sadie. I’m teasin’ you. There’s a big fuckin’ difference.”

I watched him and realized belatedly that his smile had not only vanished, Mr. Mood Swing was getting downright angry.

He kept talking, proving me right.

“Mujer, you’re gonna have to learn, pretty fuckin’ quick, to trust me. I’m not like the people you know, the society bitches, the assholes your father recruited. You don’t have to shut down. You don’t have to put those fuckin’ shields up. Christ, I want you to be who you are.”

Yes. I was right. He was downright angry.

My heart lurched.

I did it again. I insulted him. Not as badly as last night but not good either.

“Hector –” I started.

“This is your gig, Sadie. I can’t help you. You’re gonna have to figure it out and fast. I’m not walkin’ on eggshells wonderin’ what fuckin’ reaction you’re gonna have to everything I say. I’m gonna say this once so pay attention. I’m not passin’ the time here, enjoyin’ a sweet, hot piece for the fuck of it. If you don’t get it yet, I’ll give it to you. What we got, it means somethin’. Do you understand?”

My heart lurched again but this time it felt nice and that warm, happy glow hit my chest.

“I understand,” I whispered.

“You better fuckin’ understand,” he bit out.

I closed my eyes tight then opened them again.

“I’m sorry.” He stared at me silently and I continued. “About just now and about last night. I was horrible, I said horrible…” I stopped and then started again, “I’m working through it, I promise.”