“We’re not finished.”
“I don’t want a boyfriend.”
“I’m reading you loud and clear. You don’t want a boyfriend. I’m not going to force you to have one.”
Wiping a hand down her face, she sat up to splash more water onto her face. “I don’t know what you want from me.”
“I don’t want anything from you, Jess. I’m not going anywhere.”
Frowning, she glanced over at him. He held out a towel, which she took. She didn’t see the point in fighting him over a towel that she needed.
Drying her face, she returned her gaze to him. Her body still remembered and liked him. He was a big man, and he’d didn’t have a clue that he was the first man to give her an orgasm with his mouth.
“I don’t know what you want from me.”
“How about we don’t want anything from each other? I’m here because you want me here.”
Thinking about Lydia, Jessica was hit by a wave of guilt. Her body was no longer held captive by arousal.
She’s moved on to someone else.
“I want you here.” She conceded that point. There was no point arguing there. She did want him. “I can’t have you interfering with my work.”
“Doctor Bastard doesn’t get to go with you for coffee. He’s out of the equation.”
“You’re making conditions of your own?”
“Yes. I want to fuck you without a condom. Get on the shot or the pill. I want to take your pussy bare.”
“I’m not fucking you without a clean bill of health. I’m not an idiot. You’ve got a lot of pussy that could be infected at your disposal. I’m not going to risk my health for a quick fuck.” She tilted her head to the side.
“Fine. We’ll get tested tomorrow. Both of us, it’s fair. When was the last time you had a man inside you?”
“About five minutes ago.”
“Don’t be cute. I mean for real.”
She let out a sigh, glancing down at the bubbles over the surface of the water. He was really starting to get on her nerves, making her regret ever having sex with him.
“It has been over a year. Why?”
“I just wanted to know if there’s anyone I had to kill.”
“Kill?”
“Yeah, I don’t like others touching what’s mine.”
Jessica frowned. “That makes absolutely no sense. You’re with a biker group who shares women. The club whores?”
“So? I don’t see you trying to be a club whore. You’re not. You’re mine, and like I said, I don’t like sharing my things.” He grabbed her cup of coffee, passing it to her. “I’m a little possessive over what’s mine.”
She took the cup from him, aware as he stroked her hair.
“Possessive?”
“Very.”
“I’ve never had a possessive person in her life.” The men she’d been with in the past were all happy to fuck and meet up later. She didn’t know if she liked the risk of taking this to the next level with Snake.
“You’re not getting rid of me. I’ll let you break things to Lydia or I can.”
“She’s with someone else.”
“Good,” Snake asked.
“Are you jealous?” She took a sip of the hot coffee, wincing as it burnt her.
“No. I’m not jealous. It’s easier for her to be with someone else.”
“Well, at the moment I can’t get in touch with her.”
Snake started to stroke the back of her neck. She found it difficult to breathe with his hands on her. He had such large hands, and the strength was a massive turn-on for her.
You’re twenty-nine for crying out loud, not a teenager.
“Aren’t you worried?”
“No. Lydia’s one of these people who is known for going out on her own. I wouldn’t worry about her. She always turns up eventually. With a story about how she met some guy.” She bit her lip to stop herself from rambling. All she ever did was ramble these days.
“So there shouldn’t be any backlash for me and you when she comes around.”
“There shouldn’t be, doesn’t mean there won’t be.” The more she thought about Lydia, the sicker she got. “Will you stop touching me please?”
“Why?”
“I can’t think with your hands on me.”
He didn’t stop. Snake wrapped her hair up exposing more of her neck. She loved the way he’d held her down, using her hair as leverage to fuck inside her.
Closing her eyes, she held onto the hot cup with a death grip.
“You’re going to have to get used to me having my hands on you.”
“I work a lot,” she said, blurting the words out.