“Stop being crazy overprotective. I’m fine, and I’m coming back to work Monday, whether you like it or not.”
“We’ll see.” He shrugs, and my teeth snap together. There are times when I love how protective he is, but there are also times it makes me seriously crazy.
“Have you heard anything from Jax?” As soon as I ask, his eyes shutter and he looks away from me.
“No.”
“No, you haven’t, or no, you’re not going to tell me about it?” I ask, knowing the answer already, since Jax has had the same reaction each time I’ve talked to him. Meaning, he closes down completely.
“If he tells me something you need to know, I’ll tell you.”
“Will you, though? You were pissed when the police told me someone tried to run me down on purpose, and I think that is something I definitely needed to know,” I say, watching his jaw tighten.
“We don’t know they were trying to hit you. And like I’ve told you, we’re dealing with it. Right now, all you need to do is rest and heal,” he grits out, and I pull my legs from his lap and sit back against the armrest of the couch, tucking my feet under me while pointing at him.
“They swerved toward me with their car. I think it’s obvious they were trying to hit me.”
“They could have been trying to hit me,” he states, and my blood runs cold.
“What?” I breathe, studying him as his eyes close and his hand runs through his hair in aggravation.
“We’re not talking about this.”
“Do you think they we’re trying to hit you?” I question, feeling panicked. I didn’t even think about the fact he was right next to me. That person could have been trying to hit him, but hit me instead.
“Baby, seriously, please fucking drop it. If something comes up that you need to know about, I will tell you. Until then, just focus on getting better.”
“You sound like my dad and Jax. I’m really getting sick of you guys telling me what I need.” Since I got home, my dad, Jax, and he have all been saying the same thing, and my mom, who is normally the only person who is sane in my family, has been mute on the situation, which isn’t like her at all.
“I thought you’d be happy we are all getting along.”
“Bonding over annoying me isn’t working for me,” I grumble, watching his lips tip up in a small smile. Seeing that smile, I realize it’s been a while since I’ve seen him do that or laugh. “I miss seeing you smile,” I whisper without thinking, and his face softens as his hand reaches out to wrap around my wrist.
“Come here.” He drags me onto his lap to straddle him then slides his hand behind my neck, putting pressure there until we’re sharing the same breath. “Stop fighting with me about taking care of you.”
“I’m not fighting with you,” I disagree, even though I kind of am, but still kind of not.
“I love you,” he whispers, running his thumb down the column of my throat, and my body melts further into his.
“I know you do,” I whisper back, watching him grin.
Giving my neck a squeeze, his mouth comes closer to mine. “Tell me you love me.”
“You know I do.”
“Yes, but I want to hear you say it. There is nothing better than hearing you tell me that you love me.”
Searching his eyes, I lean even closer, and whisper, “I love you, even though you’re annoying,” against his lips. Then I watch close up as his eyes darken. Leaning in, he nips my bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue. “Dillon,” I gasp, pressing into his erection.
“Right here.” His free hand slides around my back and he locks my hips tightly against his as his mouth takes mine in a devastating kiss that leaves me wanting more, and whimpering at the loss of his mouth when he pulls away and rests his forehead against mine.
“Keep your phone close so you can hear it if I call,” he demands, sliding his hand from the back of my neck to the underside of my jaw.
“I will,” I agree, resting my hands against his chest and my lips against his in a soft touch.
“I wish I didn’t have to go back to the office.”
I wish that too. I wish we could get away for a few days, just the two of us.
“Me too.” I move my hands up his chest and neck, then his jaw, pausing to run my thumb over his bottom lip.
“Kiss me, baby. I gotta go,” he murmurs, and I pull my eyes from his mouth to look at him.
“If I don’t kiss you, will you stay?” I pout, and he shakes his head, pulling me closer and nipping my bottom lip again, this time hard enough to sting. Gasping, my mouth opens, and his tongue slides in against mine. I’ve missed this over the last few days. I’ve missed feeling consumed by him. I’ve missed having his hands and mouth on me. My body starts to come back to life and I rock against his erection, feeling it rub against my clit. “Don’t make me stop,” I beg. I don’t want him to stop this. He’s been so careful with me since I got home, and though, I do love his soft side, I miss the feeling of him owning me. Pulling back slowly, he presses one more kiss against my lips.
“I gotta go, baby,” he breathes regretfully, making me sigh in frustration.
“You owe me,” I grumble, squirming on his lap, and his erection hits me in just the right spot once more, making my breath catch.
“I’ll pay up.” He smirks, flipping me gently to my back on the couch. “We’ll go out to dinner tonight, your choice, so think about where you want me to take you.” He pecks my lips then stands quickly, adjusting himself as he does. “Call me if you need me.”