Page 62 of His to Love
“I’m not trying to hurt you,” he said, and I could tell by his voice that he was walking toward me.
In my head, I understood what he was saying. There was no sense in not being extra careful. We were still getting to know each other again. All the rationale in the world didn’t stop pain from lacing through my heart as I climbed out of his bed, though.
“I said it’s fine,” I muttered again and walked past him to the bathroom.
I closed the door as I heard him let out a curse.
Through the door, I heard his phone ring and he picked it up immediately, barking out, “Blackwell.”
I ignored the sound of his raised voice filtering through the closed door. I couldn’t make out his words, but his voice was tight and clearly pissed. I just didn’t know if he was mad at me or the person on the other end of the phone.
Resisting the urge to look too closely at my reflection in the mirror, I used the toilet and brushed my teeth. I didn’t want to see the pathetically sad girl staring back at me while I got ready to get out of there. I needed to head back to the hotel, shower, and get ready for work since I hadn’t brought anything over with me the night before.
And I certainly didn’t want to waste any time lingering.
The door opened just as I was rinsing my mouth, slamming against the wall behind it. Tyson walked in, and headed straight toward me. I barely managed to turn the water off before he reached for my biceps and spun me around.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
I blinked rapidly, looking just over his shoulder. “I said it’s fine. I get it.”
“I don’t think you do.” He loosened his grip on my arm and slid his hand down to mine, interlacing our fingers together and then putting them over the left side of his chest. His heart thumped lightly against my fingertips. “I want to take this slow enough to make sure we’re not screwing it up again. That’s all.”
It made sense. Perhaps I was overreacting.
But there was something in the words he spoke, something quiet and pleading in his eyes that I didn’t fully understand. Regardless, it was difficult to push him away.
“Okay,” I whispered, dropping my gaze to our connected hands on his chest. “I didn’t mean to freak out.”
“I didn’t mean to upset you.”
My lips twitched slightly and I finally dragged my eyes off his body to his face, our gazes locking. “Did we just survive our first fight?”
“I’m not sure it was a fight, more like a minor disagreement.”
“Hm. Pity.” I pulled my hand from his grasp and dropped it from his chest. “I suppose that means we don’t need make-up sex, then.”
I smiled at the look of shock on his face and ducked around him, quickly hurrying into his bedroom to get my clothes. Just as I was reaching down to grab them from the floor, two large hands gripped my waist, lifting me.
“Hey!” I shouted, lacking any venom in my voice.
I was tossed onto the bed and quickly flipped to my back. I was given just enough time to catch my breath before Tyson removed his shirt, dropped his boxers, and climbed on top of me.
Then he set about making me lose my breath all over again.
Chapter 15
“We good?” Tyson asked. I was sitting in my car, and he was leaning toward me with his arms slung over the door and the top of the car.
My cheeks flushed, remembering how he made us good just a little while ago. I was going to be late for work if I didn’t hurry back to my hotel to change my clothes.
Although, I no longer needed to shower.
“We’re good.” I gave him a wide and genuine smile and closed my eyes when he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine.
“I’ve got a busy few days coming,” he muttered when he pulled back. “I’ll try to call you later, though.”
“The phone call you got earlier?”
