Page 104 of Be With Me
When I returned, he was sitting against the headboard, waiting. I tossed the box at him. He caught it with distaste and turned it over to read the back.
“Wow.” I propped my shoulder against the doorframe and crossed my arms over my chest. “Never thoughtyou’dneed to read the instructions.”
He shot me a glare. “I’m checking to make sure they’re not expired.”
“They’re not that old,” I said, keeping my voice casual.
His jaw ticked.
“Get over here.” The words came out rough.
The moment I reached the bed, he yanked me onto his lap.
I yelped. “Rom!”
His lips brushed mine, teasing before he bit down just hard enough to sting. When he pulled back, his brows were still furrowed in displeasure. “Who bought these?”
“Me.” My palms flattened against his chest, and I could feel his steady heartbeat.
“Can’t imagine you walking into a convenience store and asking for ribbed for her pleasure?—"
“The Internet is this magical place where you can buy just about anything and get it delivered to your door. You should give it a try sometime.”
“Ha. Ha. Good one,” he said in a deadpan.
My fingertips trailed over the hard angle of his jaw. “Anything else you want to ask me?”
His palms flexed on my waist. “When was the last time you fucked someone, Mia?”
Heat rose to my cheeks. Damn it. He’d called my bluff. I knew I didn’t owe him an answer, but I gave it anyway, “Two years ago.”
His palm slid up my stomach, carving a path between my breasts before wrapping gently around my neck. He exerted just enough pressure to send a jolt of electricity through me. “Who.”
“I’m not telling you.” I had a feeling they might end up in Vermont if I did. “When was the last timeyouslept with someone?”
His thumb traced slow strokes against the side of my throat. “Two months.”
Jealousy wriggled into knots inside my stomach. I shouldn’t have asked.
But then, I did the math. “So…around the time of the engagement party?”
“The week before.” Darkness and something else danced at the edges of his stare.
“And no one since?”
He didn’t answer. He just let go of my throat, cracked open the box of condoms, and fished one out.
“Hmm.” A slow smile tugged on my lips. “Wonder why.”
He rolled it on. “Beats me.”
I laughed, and happiness fizzed like champagne inside my chest.
“Something funny?” A warning seeped through his voice.
“Yea—ah!”
His palm landed against my ass in a sharp, stinging smack that sent heat rushing through me.
