Page 39 of Wild Fire
“That’s what I thought,” he says as he gives me his back and heads to the debris. I follow him without question.
“What the fuck are you doing? I didn’t—”
I nearly run into him as he turns around, which almost makes me fall, but AJ catches me like a hot potato.
“If you want me to leave, tell me to leave, Nate.”
I stare at him in disdain, opening my mouth, but… the words don’t come out.
Why can’t I tell him to go? What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Can I ask you a question, Bright Eyes?” he asks, his voice still cocky and sharp, but I don't hate it. Not one bit.
I cross my arms. “Technically, that is a question.”
AJ smirks, licking his lips, but he doesn’t answer, and I realize he is waiting for me to say yes or no.
“Depends on what you ask,” I bite.
He grins.
“What do you crave more? Someone to take control and tell you what a good boy you are, or…”
My eyes widen, because that’s not what I expected.
He lets out a long breath. Fifteen seconds. Shit.
That’s ominous as hell.
His dark brown eyes hold my gaze like steel.
“Do you want someone to be good for you?”
I blink, unsure of what to say.
I don’t know how to answer him. I open my mouth, but no words come out. I try again, but it’s like there’s a lump in my throat preventing me from speaking.
“You don’t know, do you?” he says carefully, moving around me to grab some more debris.
“What does that have to do with—”
“It’s a simple yes or no answer, Nate.”
“No, it’s not, it’s—”
He throws a beam of wood up into the truck like it’s a feather.
“Why are you here?” I ask, my blood boiling. “Why now, after all this time?”
“Tell me your answer, and I’ll tell you mine,” he says matter-of-factly.
The nerve of this man. Why is he so… so…
I let out a frustrated growl and don’t miss his sexy grin.
“It’s not that simple!”
AJ turns, backing me up against the bed of his truck, and the gasp that leaves my throat sounds fucking desperate, even to me. My body freezes beneath his gaze and I’m acutely aware of every breath, every heartbeat in my chest.
