Page 76 of Rags's Awakening
“You look tense,” she murmured. “I can help with that.”
Yeah. That was what he needed. Something to take him out of his thoughts.
She grabbed his hand and headed toward the stairway to the hallway of bedrooms. He shook his head then let her pull him down the hallway to one of the empty rooms. The sound of voices faded as the door closed. There was a low light coming from a small lamp on one of the nightstands.
“Have you missed me, Rags?” she asked, her breath warm against his ear.
What the fuck’s her name?
“I’ve missed you. Remember how much fun we had a few months ago with Keisha? Although, I didn’t like sharing you.” She swiped her tongue across his Adam’s apple.
Then it came to him all at once.Topaz.
Topaz’s hands were warm, confident, roaming his chest, his shoulders, slipping beneath his shirt like she’d done many times before.
Normally, his body would’ve been right there with her. It wasn’t… and that pissed him off.
Her mouth found his neck. Her fingers traced down his stomach. She took his hand and placed it on one of her tits then pressed closer, her hips rolling against him, and still there was nothing. No spark, no edge, just irritation crawling up his spine. His body stayed stubbornly cold, like it knew she wasn’t the one he wanted beneath him.
Casey’s face flashed in his head: full lips, dark eyes, warm smile.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
Topaz smiled, mistaking it for encouragement. “Yeah, sexy, I know what you like.”
She slid her hands lower, slower, deliberately teasing. His jaw clenched. The anger hit fast and sharp. Not at her, but at himself. This should be a no brainer, but he wasn’t responding. Her touch felt wrong. But he knew why. She wasn’t Casey.
“Hey,” she said softly, as if sensing the shift. “You okay?”
He stepped back, breaking contact. “Yeah. I—” He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Sorry. I got somethin’ I gotta deal with.”
Her smile faltered, annoyance flickering across her face. “Are you fuckin’ serious?”
“Yeah.” He held her gaze. “It’s not you.”
She snorted. “Yeah, right.”
He grabbed his cut off the mattress and shrugged into it. “I’m not in the right headspace.”
Topaz crossed her arms, her eyes flashing. “Then don’t start shit you can’t finish.”
He didn’t answer or apologize again. He nodded once and headed for the door. He shut it behind him and leaned his forehead against it for a second. His teeth clenched as anger rippled through him. He was still pissed, still wound too tight. Topaz should’ve been the easy fix. A couple of hours of hardcore sex that ended without consequences.
Instead, he was walking away with only one woman on his mind. Casey. The way she’d kissed him back before she stopped him. The way her breath had hitched when he touched her, like she wanted to lose control and hated herself for it.
“Fuck,” he muttered again.
No matter how hard he tried to burn it off, Casey wasn’t going anywhere. She was under his skin, and that scared him a hell of a lot more than he’d ever admit.
Topaz came out of the room, her heels clacking on the linoleum floor.
“Rags! Wait up,” she said.
He sighed and stopped right before entering the main room. She brushed against him and smiled.
“I’m sorry that I wasn’t more understanding back there. I know you love to fuck so something must be bothering you. I’m here if you wanna talk about it.”
He nodded curtly.
