More Than Lies (More Than #1)(62)

“What?” He takes my cell phone out of my hand and places it on the counter next to the sink.

“Don’t do that. Don’t play stupid because we both know you aren’t.” It takes a second for what he’s asking and telling me to sink in, longer than it should anyway. Being pressed against his crotch isn’t helping my intelligence shine.

“Jared?” Okay, dumb question. It’s obvious that’s who he’s asking about because he saw me with him earlier, but it’s like my mind is on delay at the moment. “No?” The dumbness just continues. Why did I say it like a question? Like I’m asking him if that’s the right answer. And why the flipping eff does he even give a rat’s behind?

“Did he touch you?” I nod. Speaking isn’t working out for me in my current position. Shawn’s hands tighten around my waist. “Where?” Is he . . . is he getting hard? I can’t think pressed against him like this. My brain can’t keep up. My body wants to mold against his, but somewhere within I know I need to turn this off. I’m getting whiplash. It’s been so long, too long since my vagina has been filled with a man. I could’ve had it earlier tonight, but Jared just isn’t who I want.

Sure, attention from Shawn is hot. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to take this as far as he’s willing to let it go, but he seems to only want something from me because he thinks Jared got it.

I shove forward, and then push myself away from him, taking a step backwards only to be met with the flat surface of the bathroom door. Breathing in, I pull in a large quantity of air. It allows my mind to catch up. Not being in contact with his body grants my own a break, bringing me down from the heated high I didn’t realize I was experiencing.

My break is shorted lived. Shawn takes a step forward to stand only inches away from me.

“Where?” Oh, are we still on this? Again, why does he care?

“What’s the matter, Shawn, Tinker Bell isn’t cutting it?” He and the little blonde tramp are laughable. She’s like two feet shorter than he is. Who finds that attractive anyway?

Stupid men.

No response from him; his lips are pressed in a firm line.

“Is it past her bedtime? Did she need to get home?” That was low. I don’t know how old the girl is.

My jealousy is really shining, but then what do you call what he’s in here doing?

His eyes flash right before I realize he’s made a move to grab me by the arm and flip me around. Within a split second, my back goes from being pressed against the door to being pressed against Shawn’s front. My chest is now pressed firmly into the door.

He just took this to whole new level and not a bad one. No, a flaming hot one this is. I’m not a whore, but sometimes I think I feel like one from the dirty things that filter through my mind.

“I’m not in here to talk about her.” He leans down to my ear. “I asked you where he touched you. Now I expect you to reply with an answer.” If he’s going to play this game, he’s playing it to the end. I’ll be damned if I allow him to leave me hanging like he did a few months ago.

Reaching behind me, I hook my fingers into the front pockets of his blue jeans and yank forward, pulling his crotch snug against my butt. He’s still hard. Harder, in fact, and I like it a lot.

“He kissed me.” I lean my head back to get closer to him. I want more contact. I want as much contact as possible. I already have on too many clothes and so does he. Shawn is liable to gain his senses and stop whatever this is that is starting.

I don’t want that to happen.

“Hands on the door.” I comply almost immediately. “Where? Where did he kiss you?”

“My neck.” My voice is getting breathless yet he’s barely done anything except take control over me. My weakness. “The exact location where your chin is resting.” I flex my hips, making my butt push into his front. Shawn pulls his face away from me. I moan in protest, but he’s only gone long enough to move my hair out of the way.

I might like a man to take control, but I’m an active participant, too.

Shawn places his tongue on the spot, swiping warm heat across my skin. Goose bumps erupt as the cool air trails behind. At the same time he raises the hem of my sweater dress up my body.

“Ahhh, don’t you dare stop this.” He has to know I’ll kill him if he even attempts that.

His hand dives into my hair where he fists the strands into a tight bunch. Pulling me an inch or two backward, his mouth goes back to my ear. “Not a word. Not a fucking word, Tara.”

Does he think he’s punishing me for allowing Jared to kiss me? If this is punishment, then please give me more—lots more.

His lips move away from my ear, going down to the spot he licked. He swipes the area again with his tongue. More goose bumps follow seconds before he bites down on me. I clamp down on my teeth, locking my jaw so that sound doesn’t escape my lips. No way am I going to messing this up.

Shawn’s hand, the one clutching my dress at my waist, slips to my hip. For a moment it rests there, covering the strip of material holding my bikini panties in place. In another swift move, he swings us both to the side so that we are now facing the mirror that spans the wall over the sink. I grab the edge of the counter to brace myself as I find his eyes in the reflection.

He latches onto the string of my underwear, but doesn’t take it further. I want him to pull them down or rip them off. Anything, but not nothing. Seconds pass, we stare at each other.