So why did I want to wrap my hands around it?
“Do you think that’s fair?” I asked.
“What?”
“That you get to drive me absolutely insane all night,torture me, and I don’t get to torture you back?”
“Iwhat?” She sounded confused.
Lowering my head so that my lips were right beside her ear—so that she heard every word, not missing anything—I said, “Do you think you can just hang all over him,give him what’s mine, and get away with it?”
“Him?”
“Don’t play dumb.”
“What’s yours?”
“Mhmm,” I said lazily. Moving, I blew soft breath along the lines of her neck, causing her to shiver in my hands—a sensation I didn't know I was obsessed with until it was happening. I wanted to make it happen over and over again. Speaking into the side of her throat, I said. “Your laugh. Your smile. Your attention. You gave it all to him and you gave me what?”
“I dunno.”
“Attitude,honey.” Pulling back, I couldn’t help but drink her up in front of me. I shook my head. “So much fucking attitude.”
“You knew that already.”
“I did.”
“So why are you complaining?”
“I’m not,” I said. Tipping her chin up higher I heard her hiss as her gaze had no choice but to move from me to the ceiling. My fingers moved on their own. Running down the curve of her neck and only stopping when Imadethem along her collar bone. My hand splaying across the bottom of her throat like a necklace. It tightened just slightly and the only way I could describe the sound she made was a whimper. That sound went straight to my balls. “I’ve never complained about this fucking attitude, have I?”
“No.”
“Why do you think?”
“You’re a masochist.”
“Hilarious,” I said dryly, fingers tightening further. “No, Ceci. I don’t complain because that’s fucking mine too.”
“I’m sorry?”
“You should be,” I said. Moving my thumb up and down, I watched it go over the hill of her throat and back again. “Give me something back.”
“What?” She asked, still sounding confused. But I was not having her dense bullshit tonight. Pressing forward I finally closed the distance between us, feeling her soft curves press against my unmistakable hard. She made that whimpering sound again, but her movement was toward me not away.
“Keep up,Celestia,” I murmured. “Make it up to me and give me something new you haven’t given him.”
“Like what?”
“Tell me why it even matters.”
“Why what matters?”
“If I have a girlfriend or not.”
“Itdoesn’tmatter.”
“You just threw a fit. It definitely matters,” I scoffed. Leveling my gaze on hers, I lowered my voice again. “So tell me.”
