Page 45 of Beg for You

I lifted up, my face only an inch from his. “Really?”

He glanced at me, gaze dropping for a split second to my mouth before moving back to the road ahead. “You doubt it?”

“You haven’t had sex with me,” I said, and even though I was still extremely drunk, I felt my face get hot.

His nostrils flared. “Is that what you want, Cassy? You want me to fuck you?”

Heat fired through me at his words, the hot, rough way he said them. Between my thighs pulsed, hot and needy, and I squeezed them together to ease the ache. “Yes.”

I’d never had sex with anyone, but I wanted my first time to be with Cal. If I ended up having to marry Spencer, there was no way in hell I wanted him to be the only man I’d been with. And thinking of Spencer was the last thing I wanted. Not when Cal was beside me. Not when he looked at me the way he did.

The half hour to Rocktown sped by, and the next thing I knew Cal was pulling to a stop outside his shop. He turned off the engine and turned to me. His gaze moved over me, down to my knees then back up to my face.

“Let’s go,” he said and shoved his door open. I slid across to his side. He took my hand again as soon as I was beside him and pulled me out after him.

My head was still spinning, and it was dark. It felt like one minute we were standing outside Rocktown Ink, and the next we were standing in Cal’s apartment, surrounded by his stunning artwork.

I sighed and looked around me.

There were so many here that wouldn’t even make it onto the walls of my gallery. They’d be out the door as soon as my customers saw them.

I turned, searching for Cal. He was by the window, butt resting against the windowsill, watching me.

“You’re doing it again,” I said, moving toward him. I thought I might have had a bit of a sway going on, but I was pretty sure I hid it.

“What?” he said.

“Looking at me all sexy and dirty and…” I flung a hand out for emphasis. “It’s hot, is what I’m trying to say…you’re hot.” I walked right up to him, stepped between his spread thighs, and wrapped my arms around his neck. I studied his face. He had a great face. The scars didn’t detract from that. Strong features. Masculine. Ruggedly beautiful. “I like your mouth. Your lips are kind of full but firm. They’re nice to kiss. I think you should kiss me now.”

“You do, huh?”

I frowned. “You sound like you’re in pain?”

His hands at my waist squeezed. “That’s because I am, Princess.”

I wriggled against his hold and pressed closer. “Tell me where and I’ll kiss it better.”

He growled. I loved it when he did that, but he didn’t answer.

I pressed a kiss to his jaw, the stubble rough against my lips. “Tell me…”

His fingers dug in deeper and he forced me back a step. “Cassy, you’re drunk. I’m not gonna touch you.”

I frowned, a knot of panic getting tighter in my belly. “So you don’t…you don’t want me anymore?” I tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let me go.

He slid a hand up into my hair and lightly fisted it. “I fucking love the way you feel pressed up against me, and if it was any other night, I’d have you stripped bare and in my bed already, but right now you’re in no condition to make these kinds of decisions. If you still feel the same way in the morning, we’ll talk, but tonight I’m not gonna touch you.”

“Oh,” I said, not sure what to say, and even more turned on by what he’d just said about stripping me bare in his bed. Then a thought popped into my fuzzy head. “Why did you come and get me tonight?”

“Didn’t like the idea of you out like this. No way I’d sleep until I knew you got home okay.” He shrugged. Like that made perfect sense.

Maybe it would if we were more than…I wasn’t sure what we were, but whatever we were didn’t include more than getting each other off. Well, that’s what I thought anyway.

“Why were you out tonight getting drunk, Cass?” he said, head tilted to the side.

I couldn’t look away from his eyes. It was like he’d mesmerized me. “You have nice eyes.”

His lips twitched. That was sexy, too.