“I’ll give you domesticated.” He dives for me, pinning me underneath him as his big, hard body covers mine.
I wiggle against him, whimpering when I feel the hard bulge in his jeans.
“Brat.” He smirks.
“Did giving me a foot massage turn you on?”
“Everything about you turns me on, Kitty Kat. I think about you every second of every day.”
“Sometimes, you say the sweetest things.”
“Kat, I’m serious.” His eyes glitter with longing.
“Are you?”
His brows knit. “What the fuck does that mean?”
“Seems to me that you were only willing to give into this when you found out I’ve been spending time with someone else.” I choose my words carefully because I don’t want to ruin things. But at the same time, I also don’t want to pretend Styx’s actions lately haven’t hurt me.
“Are you going to keep seeing him?” His expression darkens.
“Would you be angry if I did?”
“I don’t want to share you, Kat. But it also doesn’t feel right asking you to be mine when I can’t give you what you want.”
His words hurt but I mask it, forcing myself to smile.
“And here I thought today meant something.”
“Kat, that isn’t—”
“It’s fine, I get it. You don’t want to betray Diesel.” I go to shove him away but he pins me down.
“Where are you going?”
“I should probably think about heading home. It’s getting late.”
“You’re going to skip out on me, because I’m trying to be honest with you. Fuck, Kat. What more do you want from me? I’m fucking gone for you—you. But shit’s complicated.”
“So what do you want?”
“More of this,” he admits. “I want to spend time with you. Be with you. But—”
“You want to keep it a secret.”
I’m such an idiot. Embarrassment sits heavy in my chest.
Styx runs his fingers over my lips, letting his thumb linger on the pillow of my bottom one. But it does little to ease the knot in my stomach. “Only until I figure out what to tell D.”
“But you want to be with me?” I ask, confused.
“So fucking much.” He touches his head to mine, breathing me in. “There’s only you, Kat. But it isn’t fair of me to ask you to be mine until I square things away with D.”
“When? When will that be?”
“Soon, I promise.”
“God, you make it so hard to hate you.”