“Why,” she challenged, squaring her shoulders. “Why can’t it happen?”
“You want a list?”
She crossed her arms; defiance etched on her expression.
“Fine.” I approached her. “For one, you’re young.”
“I’m twenty. Not sixteen.”
“And I’m thirty-five. Not twenty-five.”
“And you’re acting like fifteen years difference makes us what? Taboo?” She raised a brow, stepping closer. “Scandalous?”
“I’m just saying that you don’t even know me.”
“And you don’t know me. Yet, two minutes ago we wanted to tear each other’s clothes off.”
“That would have been a huge mistake.”
She stilled, those gorgeous fucking eyes staring up at me, her being so close about to pull me to the edge once more. Her lips parted as if to say something, but she scoffed and crossed her arms before walking away without saying a word. It took everything I had in me not to reach out and grab her, to kiss her and make sure she didn’t walk out that door before I had my fill. But logic knocked at my skull. It screamed at me, listing all the reasons why I couldn’t do exactly what I wanted to.
She’s too young.
You’re too damaged.
She’s searching for something.
You have nothing to offer her.
“Oh, by the way—” she said behind me, and I turned to face her “—just because we want to fuck each other doesn’t mean I want to have your babies.” She shrugged. “Sex hasn’t been a commitment since the year twenty fucking two.” She flung the door open, a streak of red wafting over her shoulders as she stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
I closed my eyes and breathed in deep. There was this insane part of me that wanted to chase after her, grab her and drag her ass back in here so I could fuck her until dawn. It would be risky, yet a thrilling fucking thing to do. To, just once, not think about tomorrow and how today’s actions would affect it. But I knew better than that.
Sienna Whitlock would only be a complication I didn’t need right now. Not when things were so close to going full circle and me keeping my promise.