time.”
In a flash, he was up on his feet and coming after her. He grabbed her shoulders and wrenched her up from her seat.
“You're leaving. Right now.”
But she wasn't afraid of him. Even if, judging by his furious expression and the extremely hard grip he had on her, she should be.
“Not until you tel me what's going on. Not until you tel me why you showed up at my place last night.”
His answer came fast, furious. “I wanted to fuck you.”
She flinched and saw a flash of regret in his eyes. But it was gone as fast as it had come.
What had happened to him? To the Luke she knew?
And why couldn't she just let him go back to living his life alone, completely separate from her?
But she already knew the answer to that.
Love.
“And now I want you to leave me the hel alone.”
There was such hardness to his words, a lifelessness beneath them that broke her heart. Not because he was hurting her with his cal ousness after the night they'd spent together – even though she had to admit there was a little hurt bubbling up inside of her – but because it was clear just how much he was hurting. Last night she'd looked into his eyes, had run her fingers across the harsh lines of his face, and knew how much he needed her. But today, things were even worse.
What had happened?
Janica knew she'd never been good with this emotion stuff. Al her life, she'd been physical, active. How could she reach him?
Al she knew was that she couldn't go. She couldn't leave him alone. Not like this.
Making a show of scanning the cabin, she said, “It looks to me like you've got plenty of space here. Besides, you wouldn't turn out family, would you?”
“Don't go there, Janica,” he warned her in a low, rough voice.
“Where else should I go, Luke? Would you rather I told you how much I liked it when you had your mouth on my—”
Half expecting him to bodily throw her off the porch at this point, she was surprised when he cut her off with a kiss, a hard connection of lips and tongues and teeth. He tasted like tequila and his own particular brand of heat.
How would she ever get her fil of him?
A sharp pang squeezed her heart. She never would. Both of them were breathing hard when he yanked himself away, only this time she was the one who didn't want to meet his eyes.
Because, for the first time in her life, she cared too much.
And she was the one who was going to end up destroyed.
Love sucked.
Especial y when it only went one way.
Especial y when a little voice in her head told her there wasn't a chance in hel that Luke was ever going to return her feelings. If she were anyone else, if she was blonde and tal and arctic like al of his girlfriends had been, then maybe she would have a chance with him. But Luke Carson fal ing in love with Janica El is?
Freaking preposterous.
His eyes were dark, hard, shut down as he stared down at her. “I'l let you stay on one condition.”
Suddenly, it was hard to breathe. She wanted to stay so much. Too much.
“Tel me.”
“I want you naked.”
Despite the ache of her heart, despite the fact that he hadn't said one nice, one kind, one gentle thing to her so far, despite the fact that he hadn't apologized for leaving her apartment the night before without a goodbye, her body instantly reacted to his command. Wasn't this exactly what she wanted? To be naked and sweaty with him again? After al , hadn't she spent her whole life chasing pleasure?
But for some reason, she couldn't just start ripping off her clothes as if she didn't have a care in the world. Because she did care.
And because a little part of her heart actual y felt like it was breaking. This time, entirely for herself. He leaped on her hesitation. “Take off your clothes before I do it for you.” He paused, a muscle jumping in his jaw. “Or get the hel out.”
Hardly able to believe her fingers were trembling
—when was the last time she felt this nervous, this unsure?—she reached for the hem of her top and
In a flash, he was up on his feet and coming after her. He grabbed her shoulders and wrenched her up from her seat.
“You're leaving. Right now.”
But she wasn't afraid of him. Even if, judging by his furious expression and the extremely hard grip he had on her, she should be.
“Not until you tel me what's going on. Not until you tel me why you showed up at my place last night.”
His answer came fast, furious. “I wanted to fuck you.”
She flinched and saw a flash of regret in his eyes. But it was gone as fast as it had come.
What had happened to him? To the Luke she knew?
And why couldn't she just let him go back to living his life alone, completely separate from her?
But she already knew the answer to that.
Love.
“And now I want you to leave me the hel alone.”
There was such hardness to his words, a lifelessness beneath them that broke her heart. Not because he was hurting her with his cal ousness after the night they'd spent together – even though she had to admit there was a little hurt bubbling up inside of her – but because it was clear just how much he was hurting. Last night she'd looked into his eyes, had run her fingers across the harsh lines of his face, and knew how much he needed her. But today, things were even worse.
What had happened?
Janica knew she'd never been good with this emotion stuff. Al her life, she'd been physical, active. How could she reach him?
Al she knew was that she couldn't go. She couldn't leave him alone. Not like this.
Making a show of scanning the cabin, she said, “It looks to me like you've got plenty of space here. Besides, you wouldn't turn out family, would you?”
“Don't go there, Janica,” he warned her in a low, rough voice.
“Where else should I go, Luke? Would you rather I told you how much I liked it when you had your mouth on my—”
Half expecting him to bodily throw her off the porch at this point, she was surprised when he cut her off with a kiss, a hard connection of lips and tongues and teeth. He tasted like tequila and his own particular brand of heat.
How would she ever get her fil of him?
A sharp pang squeezed her heart. She never would. Both of them were breathing hard when he yanked himself away, only this time she was the one who didn't want to meet his eyes.
Because, for the first time in her life, she cared too much.
And she was the one who was going to end up destroyed.
Love sucked.
Especial y when it only went one way.
Especial y when a little voice in her head told her there wasn't a chance in hel that Luke was ever going to return her feelings. If she were anyone else, if she was blonde and tal and arctic like al of his girlfriends had been, then maybe she would have a chance with him. But Luke Carson fal ing in love with Janica El is?
Freaking preposterous.
His eyes were dark, hard, shut down as he stared down at her. “I'l let you stay on one condition.”
Suddenly, it was hard to breathe. She wanted to stay so much. Too much.
“Tel me.”
“I want you naked.”
Despite the ache of her heart, despite the fact that he hadn't said one nice, one kind, one gentle thing to her so far, despite the fact that he hadn't apologized for leaving her apartment the night before without a goodbye, her body instantly reacted to his command. Wasn't this exactly what she wanted? To be naked and sweaty with him again? After al , hadn't she spent her whole life chasing pleasure?
But for some reason, she couldn't just start ripping off her clothes as if she didn't have a care in the world. Because she did care.
And because a little part of her heart actual y felt like it was breaking. This time, entirely for herself. He leaped on her hesitation. “Take off your clothes before I do it for you.” He paused, a muscle jumping in his jaw. “Or get the hel out.”
Hardly able to believe her fingers were trembling
—when was the last time she felt this nervous, this unsure?—she reached for the hem of her top and
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