Worth the Wait(15)

That was my first mistake.

The minute she wasn’t holding my weight, she shot off the bed like her ass was on fire.

“Hey,” I said, reaching out to snag her arm, but she was already too far away. “Where do you think you’re going?” I smiled as I watched her sexy ass bounce as she darted around the room.

“I need to get home,” she answered, never once making eye contact as she picked up her underwear. Seeing they were ripped to hell, she threw them down, grabbed her jeans and pulled them on before going for her bra. Usually, the thought of a woman not wearing any panties under her clothes was enough to get me hard as a rock, but I couldn’t get past what she’d just said. My smile quickly vanished as I climbed from the bed and pulled my own pants back on, also sans underwear.

“What are you talking about? I’m nowhere near done with you.” I walked to her and reached out, pulling her against my chest as her eyes darted around the floor, no doubt searching for her shirt.

“I have to get back to my kids.” She tried to pull away, but I wasn’t having any of that. The woman had just blown my mind yet she was running? Like hell. I’d finally gotten a little taste of what I’d been craving for weeks on end. There was no way in hell I was giving that shit up. I was already addicted.

“Beauty,” I spoke softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and tipping her chin up so I could see into her beautiful hazel eyes. “It’s all right. Just call Lizzy and explain. I’m sure your kids are down for the count. I’ll take you back to your car in the morning. Hell, I’ll even set the alarm so we get you there before they wake up. They’ll never know the difference.”

Her eyes widened before a laugh escaped her kiss-swollen lips. “Are you kidding? Brett, I can’t just leave my kids with some random person all night. What kind of mother would that make me?” She pulled away from me and snatched her shirt off the floor, jerking it over her head and covering her made-for-sin body.

“Liz isn’t some random person,” I told her, my anger rising at her brushoff. “She’s your friend. You can trust her. Your kids love her and she loves them. I’m not seeing the problem here.”

She looked at me like I was speaking in tongues before her eyes narrowed into angry slits. “The problem, Brett, is that I’m here when I should be home with my children.”

I took a step back at her suddenly venomous tone. “Are you fuckin’ shitting me right now? We just had sex all of one minute ago and you’re already fuckin’ bailing. What the hell is that, Kenzie?”

“It’s called a one-night stand, Brett. I’m pretty sure you know how those work.”

At her biting words, my anger went from a simmer to a rolling boil. “A one-night stand? Are you out of your goddamn head, woman? That…” I said, swinging my finger over to my disheveled bed, “was not a one-night stand!” The more I spoke the louder my voice got and I quickly saw that was my second mistake as soon as she recoiled away from me. I tried to get myself in check and took a step toward her, but she quickly backed up.

“Please take me back to my car.”

Her Ice Queen persona was setting me off like nothing ever had before. What was wrong with her? How could she not see that what just happened in my bed wasn’t a fluke? It wasn’t a one-time deal. It was proof that the two of us were more than perfect together. I was so pissed I didn’t think before I spoke.

“I see how it goes. You got off and the sweet, sexy woman I just fucked is gone. The bitch is back.”

And using that one word was my third and final mistake. I could see it the moment those shutters behind her eyes slammed back down, effectively closing me out.

“Take me back to my car. Now,” she demanded coldly. That was when I knew I’d lost her, but I was too fucking mad to care at that point. She wanted to be gone? Fucking fine by me. I was more than done with her shit for one night.

I laughed caustically and ripped my shirt over the top of my head. “You got it, babe.” I stomped from the room and grabbed my keys, heading through the front door without even looking back to see if she was still behind me.

Not a word was spoken as I drove us the five minutes from my house to the bar parking lot, but from the corner of my eye, I could see her glance in my direction every other minute. When I pulled my Jeep up next to her car, I threw it in park and sat there staring out the windshield as the passenger door opened. She paused briefly and looked back as if she wanted to say something, but remained quiet, one leg in, one leg out. When I finally met her gaze, she looked almost regretful.