Page 60 of Broken Silence
“I’m so fucking angry with you,” I told her.
Taking a step closer, she nodded. “I’m angry at me, too.”
Scratching the back of my neck, I swore, watching her move closer, each step testing how I’d react.
“I’m not going to push you away,” I told her.
“Because you’re not the one who does that.”
I raised a brow. “You said it.”
“You’re tense.”
“You pissed me off.”
“I can tell. Do you want me to leave?”
“That’s a stupid fucking question.”
“You’re swearing a lot,” she said.
“You’ve gotten under my skin. As usual.Whycan’t I get over you?”
“You don’t want to.”
She stopped when we were toe-to-toe.
“No, I think I do. Four. Years,” I said.
“Maybe you should start seeing someone else, then,” she said,
Her breath blew across my face. I inhaled, and my stomach clenched. I wanted to grab her and shake her. I wanted to walk out the door and show her how much it hurt to be left.
But, more than anything, I just wanted her to be mine again.
“I tried that.”
“Didn’t work at all?”
I narrowed my eyes. “They weren’t you. I couldn’t even come unless I thought of you. I’mruined.”
“Cole…”
My eyes slid down to her full lips, and I hardened in my jeans. The blinding desire to take her upstairs was so overwhelming I had to
“Are you still mad?” she asked.
“Yes,” I bit out.
Reaching out, her fingers brushed my neck. I closed my eyes to the sensation, her touch spreading wildfire across my chest.
“Oakley,” I murmured, groaning. Reaching out, I gripped her hips as her mouth replaced her fingers. She planted featherlight kisses to my skin. Then, she ran her hand up my back, and I shuddered at the touch.
Her mouth moved along my jaw, to the corner of my mouth, and my lungs emptied. If I turned my head a centimetre, we’d be kissing.
Gasping, she pulled back, and my eyes flew open.
What?
