Page 96 of Bourbon Kingdom
“Why do you say that with a negative tone?”
“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “Because you like controlling my life.”
Disappointment ran through me, as I realized for the first time how she truly saw me as a person. She didn’t see me as a protector or someone who truly cared about her soul. No, she saw me as a controlling man, who wanted nothing more than to tell her what do in her life.
“I see,” I nodded, while I refrained from getting out of the bed and putting my clothes back on. If I wanted Goldie in my life, then I was going to have to fight for her, in every aspect of our lives.
“Am I wrong?”
“Yes, little one. I’m afraid you are. I don’t want to control your life; I want to protect you, to take care of you, to erase any worry that might come across that beautiful face of yours.”
“I don’t want to talk about that right now.”
“Why? Do you not believe me?” I asked, while slightly running my thumb up and down on the side of her hip.
“I do, that’s the problem. I’m still mad at you, remember?” she scrunched her nose all cute-like, making the need to kiss her that much stronger.
Clearing my throat, I nodded and asked, “Then, what do you want to talk about, little one?”
She pondered my question before answering. “Tell me about Kace as a kid. Was he a troublemaker?”
I didn’t think I could be caught more off guard. Out of all the questions she could ask me, I didn’t think she would ask about Kace. I didn’t like it one bit, her wanting to know more about Kace. She was supposed to want to learn about me, not the man who was stiff competition for Goldie’s heart.
“Didn’t think you were going to ask about Kace,” I responded, trying not to sound sour.
“Why not? The man is so mysterious, so hot. If he was a main character in a book, I would want to know all about him. He’s always brooding and umm, hello, he’s an ex-boxer; if that doesn’t scream panty pudding, then I don’t know what does. I want to know everything about the man, what makes him tick. So, tell me, what was he like as a kid?”
Goldie’s eyes lit up as she spoke of Kace, making me that much more jealous.
Trying not to blow up, I shifted on the bed, trying to get comfortable. This was not the way I’d envisioned my night.
“Well . . .”
I was about to tell her Kace was an ass most of his life, until she threw her head back and laughed, making the most amazingly beautiful sound slip from her lips. I watched as the column of her neck moved up and down with her laughter, enticing me to run my tongue along it, to take what I’d wanted since the moment I met her.
She was so fucking mine.
“Why are you laughing?” I asked, enjoying her laugh too much.
She looked at me with tears in her eyes, tears of laughter, and said, “Oh, my God, you should have seen the look on your face.” With a scrunched up face and a deep southern voice, she said, “I’m Jett Colby and I’m mad because the girl I like wants to talk about another man.” She threw her head back and laughed some more, hopefully more at her terrible impression of me than at my expense. A man could only hope.
“Oh, you’re too easy,” she said, waving her hand in front of her face. “If I knew life was going to be this much fun dating a dominant man, I would have dated one a while ago. You can fuck around with them so easily.”
Damn was she right. One thing that didn’t go my way, and I was ready to have a coronary over it.
Pulling her in closer, I rested my forehead on hers and lined our bodies up properly while I stared into her eyes.
“Does that mean we’re dating?” I asked, while moving my hand to her back and lightly stroking her bare skin. I felt her breathing grow heavier with every stroke, making me an extremely satisfied man.
“Umm, maybe,” she said, while licking her lips and looking at mine.
Temptress, but hell if I was going to make the first move.
“Do you know why it’s so much fun dating someone like you?”
“Why?” she asked, pulling her eyes away from my lips for a brief moment in time.
“Because, with one touch, you’re putty in my hands. I don’t have to do much, just a light graze or a soft whisper in your ear,” I said, while leaning forward, brushing my lips against her ear lobe.
