Page 83 of Screwed
“Excuse me,” he said to Rachel, and she blinked at his abrupt interruption. He strode across the big space, avoiding bodies, homing in on Callie like a target. He stopped next to her and gave her a tight smile. “Hey.”
Her eyes flickered, but she smiled back. “Hey, Cash. Do you know Jackson?”
“Nope.” He narrowed his eyes at the other man and thrust a hand out as Callie introduced them, giving the guy’s hand a brutal squeeze. “Good to meet you.”Not.
They made some stilted small talk until the dude finally sensed Cash’s hostility and excused himself.
“What was that?” Callie whispered to him, scowling.
“What?” Cash swallowed a mouthful of beer, the tension in his muscles easing.
“You were rude to him.”
“Nah.”
“Cash.” She gave him a warning look through her eyelashes.
“Fuck, Callie,” he muttered. “I couldn’t stand watching you flirt with him.”
“I was not!”
“Yeah, darlin’, you were.”
“Well, it didn’t mean anything. I can’t exactly flirt withyou.”
“Goddammit.” He closed his eyes, feeling like hot knives were twisting in his chest.
“People are looking at us,” she hissed.
Shit. He swallowed through the baseball lodged in his throat. They couldn’t risk people talking. If anyone thought they were together, they’d jump to the conclusion that it had been Callie who’d cheated on Beau. He couldn’t endanger her reputation like that.
But need and want and goddamn burning jealousy still throbbed inside him.
“This is fucked up.” He kept his voice low.
She pressed her lips together and looked into her wineglass. “I know. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.” He gritted his teeth. He wanted to claim her as his. Openly. Publicly. Forcefully.
He caught Rachel eyeing them from the other side of the room. Damn it.
The hunger simmering inside him roared up into something huge.
“Follow me to the bathroom,” he said in a low voice. “In a few minutes.”
He strode down the hall and into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He stood, hands curling into fists in the quiet room, his heart banging. This sucked.
Would she come? He leaned his ass against the marble vanity and crossed his arms, staring at the fluffy gray bath mat, trying to relax and not feel like a giant dick. His body buzzed with tension.
A soft knock on the door had his head lifting. He cracked open the door, saw Callie, opened the door wider, and yanked her in. The door clicked shut again, and he hauled her into his arms.
“Cash.”
He crashed his mouth down over hers in a hard, desperate kiss. She moaned and wound her arms around his neck, pressing into him, soft breasts against his chest, her thighs against his. He gripped her ass and pulled her tighter against his aching dick.
Their mouths moved together, tongues licking, both of them making impatient, needy sounds. “God,” Cash muttered, hands sliding over her sweet little ass cheeks. “God, Callie.” The chemistry between them was undeniable, but damn, for him it was so much more, and it was getting harder and harder to keep his distance. He was starving for her, so fucking desperate to own her, he was taking this reckless risk.
He spun her around and lifted her to the vanity. Her pretty lips parted in a gasp. He shoved her skirt up her thighs, then parted and stepped between them.
