“You’re nervous,” he adds when I don’t respond. “I’m not sure if I’m happy or annoyed about that. You’ve never been nervous around me before, but part of me believes it’s because of what you still feel between us.” His hand moves from the gear shift and before I can blink it’s resting on my thigh.

Push it off. Push it off. My mind is screaming at me to remove his hand, but I can’t. It feels warm and strong and it looks sexy as hell wrapped around my thigh. He squeezes it gently and my sex pulses in response. “I—” I start, not even knowing what to say before closing my mouth. His touch feels dangerous but safe and wrong but right and I’m struggling with all of the conflicting feelings fighting for control. “I feel like you’re trying to break me. You’re not playing fair.”

“I never agreed to play fair. Another man asked you to marry him. As far as I’m concerned, he declared war on me first. And you know what they say about love and war.”

“But what about what I want? You’re acting as if I don’t have a say.”

“If I truly believed that this Parker guy is who you wanted, I’d leave you alone.”

I feel like I’m holding my breath for the rest of the ride back to my house. My emotions are running high and I feel like the second I exhale; I’m going to shatter into a million confused pieces. As soon as we pull up in front of my house, I’m out of the car before he has a chance to try and open my car door for me or any other seductive chivalry, he may have up his sleeve.

“Thanks for the ride.” And I try to ignore the innuendo my mind conjures.

“For you? Anything.” Fuck. That dimple appears and I feel myself getting weak in the knees.

I almost close the door before I open it back again.

“I am happy to see you, JP” I don’t wait for his response before I close the door, but I definitely do not miss the smile on his face before I turn toward my house.

My dick is hard as fucking stone. I don’t think it’s ever been this hard. Not since Whitney rubbed her sweet little ass against me for the first time nearly five years ago. She’d been trying to tease me. Entice me into fucking her. I had been trying my best to exercise restraint when all I wanted to do was pin her to her parent’s couch and feed her my cock. Of course, at the time, my best friends, her parents were just upstairs. She’d been determined that night. Her hands touching every inch of me like I belonged to her. But I couldn’t touch Whitney. It was sick that I was even considering it, but with every sigh that left her lips and the sexy shy look that crossed her face, I found my resolve weakening.