“Good. Love is like diseased dick or a bad case of pussy drips.”
His eyes widened at my crass description of love. “Damn, Patrena,” he said in quiet amusement, chuckling.
I shrugged. “I’m honest. Lust is so much better because it doesn’t leave any residue behind once it’s over.”
The information he had dished out about his relationship limitations had punched the shit out of my desire, but he didn’t need to know it. Besides, there was still enough lust in my fired-up loins to keep me interested, and he hadn’t let go of my wrists yet.
“Also, being a Vallin doesn’t allow me the opportunity to date a decent woman like you. You getting involved with me in any way is a recipe for trouble. Today was a prime example.”
I understood where he was coming from. I truly did, but right now was not the damn time.
“The drama and trouble I can do without,” I admitted. “But, one night is better than nothing,” I whispered, failing to level my breathing and get my speech under control.
He lowered my hands before releasing my wrists and eased back further. It took everything in me not to reach out and drag his fine ass right back.
“My number is in the disposable I gave you under Terror. If you’re ever in trouble, please don’t hesitate to call.”
Terror?
I nodded and didn’t hide my disappointment in the decision he had made for us. The kind of chemistry we had, the heat he’d ignited within me, was like nothing I had ever experienced before and difficult to let go of.
My heart rate, though it was settling, was weighted down by the heaviness of my discontent. Why was the inside of my head beginning to sound like words from a classic, old-time novel?
Tywin fought his attraction, but I didn’t miss the way his broad shoulders had dropped in defeat or the sorrow that flashed in his eyes. He wanted me, but it wasn’t as badly as I knew I wanted him because he took another step back.
He proceeded to step to the door and paused, leaving us positioned so we were near shoulder to shoulder and able to stare into each other’s eyes. The blow to my heart, knowing I would likely never see him again hit hard enough to make me place my hand over my chest.
“Later, Patrena,” he said before leaning in and placing a perfectly-timed kiss on my lips. His lips pressed against mine for just a second, but it was enough time to feel the burning passion and the intense power he elicited.
Stunned, I stood in place and watched him march out the door and pull it closed behind him. My eyes lowered and I took in a deep chest-lifting inhale before I exhaled and allowed myself to sink back into my despair.
I placed my shaky fingers against my mouth, keeping his kiss alive on my lips. One little sneaky kiss from him had me smiling like a teenager with her first crush. You’d have thought the man had tongued me down. However, a measly second of his lips on mine had possessed more depth than any other kiss I had received from any other man. The power of it poured life into our chemistry, a connection that had sprang up as quickly as it had gone up in flames.
At twenty-eight, I had never experienced this type of exhilarating rush with anyone. I rarely threw caution out the window to embrace my desires, but there was something about Tywin that had drawn me in to the point that I wanted to follow him out my door. However, I remained in place until my heart began to settle and my head stopped floating.
Twenty minutes later, a fresh shower had relaxed me enough to climb into bed, but I lay there studying my ceiling with Tywin on the brain. I jumped up, irritated and tossing my legs over the side of the bed. I trekked to my living room and plopped down on my couch.
Sitting on the couch was worse than lying in bed because it led me to my window to peer down at Tywin’s SUV that was sitting in the same spot he’d parked in a few hours ago. It was too dark to see him inside the cab, but I sensed him watching me.
He probably thought I was a desperate broad who hadn’t had any in a while. It wasn’t a lie. However, my situation was his damn fault for giving me a taste of the unique passion he possessed.
What the hell was I supposed to do with all of this sexual energy he had created?