Yield to Me (Dreams of Glass Book 1) by Audrey Rush

Author:Audrey Rush [Rush, Audrey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-03-06T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

A cool breeze floated down from the ceiling vents, grazing our perspiring limbs. Owen grinned at me.

“What?” I asked.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. Sprawled out on the couch covered in sweat, I certainly didn’t feel sexy. That kind of false compliment was the kind I could ignore under the aftershocks of an orgasm, but not after. I sat up and reached down for my clothes.

“Now you’re mocking me,” I mumbled.

He shook his head. “You look disheveled. Unarmed. Not your usual self,” he said. He studied me for a moment. “You’re guarded, but this is who you are beneath all of that.”

The comment stung, almost like he was insulting me, but I knew that he wasn’t. I didn’t let many people come close, especially not men. Sure, sex was fine, but when it came to opening up to anyone, whether it was emotionally spilling my deepest wishes or secrets, or physically, like how Owen had completely owned my body, I rarely, and I mean rarely, trusted others. My mother was the only person I truly trusted; after that, the next person I trusted was Clay, and he was still far behind my mother, to the point where he shouldn’t even have been in the race. So it made me wonder why I had let myself go with Owen like that, showed him a side of me that I hadn’t even known myself. I didn’t know that I could come like that, with such overwhelming need and heat and exhaustion, nor did I know why I had wanted to submit to Owen’s every whim. Maybe that was why I was always so quick to do the opposite of what anyone told me. Maybe this was the opposite of what I knew I should do.

“With how much my ass hurts right now,” I said, sitting up, “I think you owe me a meal. That’s the least you could do.” It was my quick attempt at normalcy, to pretend like I wasn’t the unarmed wreck that he seemed to think was beautiful. I was in it for the sex after all. And food. Food was always good.

He laughed. “A meal? You need post sex fuel?”

“I need Thai food like a monkey needs bananas.” He chuckled. “There’s a place on Pacific and Columbus,” I continued. I watched his reactions as he buttoned up his shirt. He wasn’t looking at me anymore; he was thinking, considering his options, concentrating way too much on those plastic buttons. I knew he didn’t want to take me out to eat. I knew it pushed his boundaries. Going out to eat after having sex was too close to romance, even in my own eyes. But I wondered how far I could push him, if he’d be willing to test his own limits when it came to me. After all, he had tested my limits minutes earlier. “Trust me on this one; it’s the best Thai food you’ll ever have. You won’t regret it.”

“I have work in the morning.”

“And I’ve got school and work.

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