“No,” I breathed. “It doesn’t because you aren’t even the one fucking me technically, and I still haven’t felt this way since you. I think it’s worse than before. I need you, please, right now. I need you.”
He leaned in, his cheek against mine as one arm held me and the other still held my wrist. “Let me hear how much you still want me,” he whispered. “Let me hear you struggle to stay quiet as you cum.”
His hand pushed against me, forcing the palm of my hand against my clit. I clamped my mouth shut as I moaned, my body clenching as I came. He held me tighter as my body shook, my eyes squeezed shut against his neck.
I pulled my hand away, and he grabbed it, bringing it up to his lips before sucking two fingers into his mouth.
I couldn’t look away as he sucked and licked them clean, staring at me the entire time. And as if I hadn’t just had an orgasm, my body was already screaming for him.
His hand cupped my jaw as he stared down at me. “I’m still so fucking obsessed with you, Daze. No one else in this world compares to you, and years apart doesn’t erase that. You can give yourself any excuse you want to not be with me, but questioning how bad either one of us want each other will not be one of them. Okay?”
I nodded, lost for words, as he helped me out of the car.
“You should go, Daze,” he said. “I don’t think staying right now is going to be good for either of us.”
“Okay,” I said, sounding as spaced out of the conversation as I felt. I said goodbye, already heading around to the front of the garage, but stopped when I saw the crew there. Not that they were looking at me.
Ransom grabbed Quinn, laughing as he kissed her. They had been together for ten years, and you wouldn’t know it based on the giddy way they were always looking at each other.
Ten years and they still felt that way and I had barely been dating Mark for ten weeks and never felt like that. Not with him.
But I was pretty sure the chance of feeling that way with Kye was pretty high.
Would he love me like that in ten more years?
I guess the more pressing question was if he would love me like that now. I spun, took a deep breath, and headed right back to Kye.
He heard me coming, turning with a cocked eyebrow as I got closer.
“Miss me already?”
“Yes,” I said.
I needed to know. We both did. I think we deserved to.
“I was kidding. What’s up?”
“I wasn’t,” I said, my arms wrapped around his neck, forcing him to bend down to me as my lips fell against his.
Without hesitation, his arms snaked around me, pulling me into him and swiping his tongue into my mouth. I opened up with a moan.
A lump formed in my throat, and the tears already threatened me. Kissing him was no different than it was six years ago.
Every part of me melted as his hands moved down my sides, touching every place he could. He took everything, pulling me closer and giving me the full force of his lips.
I didn’t realize until he was moving what he was doing. He finally set me down at the corner of the garage.
“That’s a dangerous game, Daisy,” he said, and I could see the same wild man I fell in love with before in front of me. The raging eyes, the scowl, the way his chest heaved wildly. He looked like he could kill, and I knew he would if he was pushed. He almost did it for me once. I also knew the way he would take me to bed when he was like this. How raging and angry it was, but it always made me feel so much love that I could cry.
“I’m sorry. I just wanted to see. I wanted to know for sure if we would feel the same way.”
“And did you find out?”
“Yes.”
“Then never do that again when you aren’t mine.”
FORTY-FOURDAISY
I tried to focus on work, but every few minutes, my mind would wander back to Kye and kissing him.
I walked around the counter, and Amber bumped into me.
“You good?” she asked, laughing as I leaned against the counter.
“Not really,” I said, quieting down as Mia, the other waitress that worked here, came around the counter.
She was sweet, a little younger than us, and hated the job with a passion. She was also a town gossip, and I think she could last all of five seconds before running to someone to spill any secrets. When Mark and I started dating, she basically ran store to store telling anyone that would listen that we were dating. The sheriff’s daughter dating the guy running for sheriff next? It was hot gossip, and she knew it. It played right into my dad’s plans, though, and by the end of that day, Mark had multiple businesses calling to say they supported him in his campaign. So whether Mia was sweet or not, she was not about to hear the confession I was going to tell Amber.
Once she went back out to the tables, I pulled Amber closer.
“I kissed Kye,” I said. Her eyes went wide, and she smiled, nearly jumping up and down in excitement.
“Yes, yes, yes. Finally! How did you last that long? It’s almost been two weeks. I wouldn’t have lasted two hours.”
“Amber,” I hissed. “It’s not a good thing. Technically, I think I’m still dating Mark.”
She rolled her eyes. “And shouldn’t be? You should have dumped that man even before Kye came around. You don’t even like him, Daisy. Do you even want to kiss him? Let alone get your hands on any other body parts? You’ve been avoiding sleeping with the man. Now Kye is back, obviously still ridiculously hot and in love with you. Why wouldn’t you dump Mark and go with Kye?”
