“Why didn’t you mention making out with her in your truck?”
Well, so much for small talk. I leaned back against the granite countertop. “Didn’t realize I needed to.”
“We discussed this.”
I waited for him to clarify. He didn’t. “Discussed what?”
“No sex.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I felt my defenses fall into place. “We discussed a lot of things. Since you deviated from the plan, I figured I would, too.”
His shoulders tensed. “How did I deviate?”
“You avoided Zeke all damn week. And when I realized you weren’t gonna spend time with Jamie until you talked to him, I figured I’d use some of your allotted time.”
“That didn’t mean sex.”
I sighed, dropped my arms. “There was no sex.”
Edge stood silently for what felt like an eternity. I could see his brain working, knew he was trying to come up with another reason to bitch me out.
His attention shifted to the drink in his hand. “Are you staying tonight?”
Not the question I expected, but a good one, nonetheless. Was I? “Do you want me to?”
Edge’s sharp blue gaze cut to me. “Yes. I’d like you to stay the night.”
That was one thing I liked about Edge. He was a very decisive man. Ask him what he wanted for dinner, he would tell you. Ask him what movie he wanted to see, he’d throw one out there. He was very straightforward, which was one thing that made him a damn good Dominant.
On the other hand, he wasn’t the type to go with the flow. Once he had his mind set on something, he didn’t deviate. Hence the reason this thing with him and Jamie and me seemed to be dragging out.
“Then I’ll stay.”
“Good. I’m gonna put the pizza in the oven, heat it up.”
“I could eat.”
“Do we need to discuss what’s happening between us?” Edge asked as he poured a second drink, then passed it over to me.
“I don’t know. Do we?”
He turned, leaned against the counter, and stared at me. His gaze dropped to my mouth a couple of times and there was no doubt he was reliving our kiss from earlier in his office. I had done that more than once tonight myself.
Neither of us said anything and I decided to give the guy a break. Clearly, he had a lot on his mind and having me sitting here was making him edgy.
I knocked back the scotch, let it burn all the way down.
“Mind if I take a shower?” I asked, setting my empty glass on the counter. “Before the pizza’s ready?”
His gaze locked with mine. He nodded as he lifted his glass to his lips.
Needing a few minutes to myself, I headed toward the guest bedroom, walked right through it and into the adjoining bath. After flipping on the water, I stripped off my clothes, stepped inside, the oversized glass door closing behind me. I let the water flow over me, soaping up as my thoughts drifted to Jamie. I could still taste her on my tongue, and the reminder made me desperate to taste her again.
I was nearly finished when I heard the door open. I watched as Edge came into the bathroom, his gaze on me the entire time.
I didn’t look away, even as he stripped off his clothes and joined me.
The man’s body was honed to perfection. All sleek lines and defined muscle. The dark hair on his chest angled downward, leading right to his impressive cock. Having been naked with him during numerous encounters with submissives over the years, I’d seen him in all his glory plenty of times. But somehow this was different. I was allowed to look my fill, to not ignore the way my mouth watered to taste him.
When he walked up to me, I forced my gaze upward. Despite the need glowing in his eyes, I could tell he had something on his mind.
“How does this work?” he asked, eliminating the distance between us. His words were clipped, his frustration evident.
To give him room, I moved back, watching him intently. “How does what work?”
“This. Us. You and me. How does it work?”
That was a good question, one I didn’t have an answer for.
Edge didn’t seem to have a problem vocalizing though. “No matter how much I want it, I can’t see how it works.”
I smirked, pretending to misunderstand. I knew he wasn’t talking about logistics, but I preferred he tell me how he expected it to go down.
His hand snapped out, circling around my neck as he pressed up against me, sandwiching me between his hard body and the wall. We were toe to toe, chest to chest.
Skin to skin.
“Do you want me to dominate you?” he growled.
“No.”
He frowned. “Do you want to dominate me?”
“No.”
Edge leaned in, his mouth hovering over mine. “You’re confusing me, Cav. How do you see this working?”
I didn’t answer because I didn’t know. I wanted him, I craved him. Perhaps I always had. But it hadn’t been about dominating him or submitting to him. I knew he was one of those guys who saw everything in black and white. Rarely were there shades of gray.
