PAUL...
"Please."
That's all he had to say. I was powerless to stop when that sweet word came rolling off his tongue. There was just something about Paul Lahote and that sexy voice of his that I just couldn't shake. I didn't know how to tell him...
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I stood there watching Embry walking away from me for I don't even know how long before Paul approached me. "Keegan," he murmured softly from behind me.
I sucked in a deep breath and swung around to face him. "Why the hell did you do that?"
Paul's eyes widened like saucers, reacting to my harsh tone. "Do what?" he inquired innocently.
I shoved him and growled. "Say I should tell him! You couldn't let me do that my own way? Why couldn't you just stay out of it?"
Paul sighed deeply and I noticed the way his upper lip twitched as his mouth formed a hard line. "I didn't like the way he was touching you."
I scoffed. "Are you serious? Up until a few minutes ago, he was my boyfriend! You don't get a say if he touches me or not. And if you don't want to see it, then why did you come?"
Paul opened his mouth to speak, but was met by my raised palm. "Nevermind. I know the answer to that one. You had to be here to interfere. The one thing I begged you not to do."
I stared at Paul for a moment before stalking off toward the beach. He pulled on my upper arm, yanking me back to face him. "Did you really just tell him nothing had changed...that you still wanted to be with him?" he seethed.
"Leave me alone," I grumbled, squirming to get out of his hold.
Paul didn't let up. He pulled me closer, using his other hand to press into the small of my back. "I wish I could," he uttered angrily. "I wish I could walk away from you, from all this love triangle bullshit. But dammit, Keegan. I can't fucking do that."
His voice was low and growly. He held me in his arms, both hands on lower back now. "And why is that?" I retorted defiantly. "Huh?" I added, raising my chin.
His hands slid lower, until the cupped my ass. I gasped loudly when he jerked me close. "Because of that. Those sounds you make when I press into you," he whispered into my hair. Paul lifted a hand to my mouth, plucking my lower lip with his thumb. "Because of this. And the way you kissed me last night," he added desperately, lowering his gaze to meet mine.
"And I'm sorry I was impatient...but there was no way I could just sit there and not say anything. Not after last night. Not after the way you came."
I stared up at him, panting. I hated the way I couldn't control myself with him. I hated how his eyes, those 'come fuck me' eyes, had me so entranced. Physically, my body craved Paul more than I ever wanted to admit, but my heart wanted my sweet Embry.
Shit.
"Can't you just forget it?" I practically whined.
"You want me to?" he challenged, pulling me tightly against his body. "Because you keep saying you don't want this and yet here you are," he panted.
