by Ann, Pamela
“How many?” Drake whispers against my ear. I flinch when the wet, hot tip of his tongue tastes my earlobe.
“How many, what?”
“Men . . . I want numbers, Lily.” Drake suddenly sounds menacing.
But . . . why? Sure, he maybe lusting for me now, but it sure was not the case eight years ago. Again, why now?
“I am not going to answer that. Let me go, Drake. Jared and I… I’m ready to be with him.” I have been thinking about it. A lot. Jared is a decent and sweet guy. To top that off, he is funny and easy to be around. Jared told me two nights ago that he wants things to be serious between us. I have yet to give him a proper answer, but it will be a definite yes.
“No, you’re not. How can you be ready, Lil? You can barely hide the fact that you want me. I still affect you . . . I know this because you still look like you’re in love with me.”
I feel like he just slapped me. My hand lifts again, ready to slap some sense into him, but he catches it this time. The steel band of his hand on my wrist is unyielding. “I love this temper of yours. It’s going to be fun unleashing this temperamental side of you while I dominate you in bed.” His hips push against me and his hard arousal makes me shudder. “Now that we’re back in each other’s lives, there will be no other man for you, except me. I don’t want anyone but you. It’s time we submit to it… to what is meant for us. I am ready for you now, Lil.”
Huh? He’s ready? How laughable because I sure as hell am not.
“I don’t feel the same. I don’t want you like that… Physically, yes, you’re very attractive, but emotionally, you’re not for me. Never were, so let’s drop it. This woman is not interested in your sexual prowess. Get off me before I knee your blessed balls.”
His nose flares while his eyes rage. “You will come to me. I am sure of it. Once you do, don’t expect me to let you go again because I won’t and don’t ever plan to. I’m counting down the hours until you come to me.” Drake speaks in a clipped tone before he finally releases my tense body.
After another hard stare, he spins around and goes to his room, striding ever so confidently. While I stand here, taken aback… troubled and dumbfounded more than ever.
What gets to me most are his parting words. The way he said them, it was like he knows. Does he think that since he’s ready for me that I’ll just happily oblige and let him back in?
He can think again.