Page 92 of Foul Territory

Koa nods as his hands reach for mine and I loosen my fists. “I’m upset with him too.”

I scoff. “And you want to make him a friendship bracelet? He’s going to be wearing it to his funeral because I’m going to kill him,” I say, letting go of Koa’s hands and snatching my phone off the table. I’m going to give him a piece of my mind. I can’t believe he did that.

“He had his reasons. It made sense in his head.” Koa takes my phone and drops it back on the table. I purse my lips at him.

“Of course you would side with him.” I stand from the table and walk toward the kitchen.

“I’m not taking his side.” Koa stands and confronts me where I’m leaning against the kitchen counter. “I’m furious at him,” he says, caging me in. “But I’m not going to let him get between us anymore.”

He pushes my bangs off my brow and the air in the room shifts. I skim the hem of his shirt with my fingers. He hisses from the contact to his skin.

Our eyes meet and I drag my palms across his bare skin until I reach his back. I haven’t touched him like this since the night we slept together. I don’t know how it’s possible but his muscles feel bigger, firmer.

“I don’t want Nash to come between us anymore either.” I press my body into his to demonstrate how close to him I want to be. “I don’t want anyone to come between us,” I say, tightening my grip on his back.

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I want to be with you. The other guy I was talking to,” I say, biting on my lip. “I never met him. I just talked to him online. He’s great but he’s not you. And I want you.” I glance up at him with a new sense of hope.

“Sydney,” he says, hesitantly. “I don’t know how to tell you this.”

“Then don’t. Not now.” I push up on my toes and lean in, pressing my lips slowly to his. I pull away only to have his hand grip the nape of my neck and hold me in place. “See. This is a much better idea than talking.” I smirk.

“It is, but I want you to be sure. There is no going back. I’m not letting you go again.”

“I’m sure. I’m done fighting my heart. I was never going to get over you. I tried and maybe came close, but it wasn’t meant to be.”

“That’s becauseweare meant to be. I’ve always known this. I’m glad you’re finally catching up.” He smirks, then captures my lips between his.

Koa’s arms wrap tighter around me. I have to fight the urge to climb up his body. Especially when his left hand drifts down to my ass, giving it a squeeze. It’s almost like he’s inviting me to hitch my leg over his hip.

I roll my hips slightly and it puts just enough pressure against his erection to make me gasp. “Baby,” he groans into my neck. “We need to stop.”

“Why?” I ask, tipping my head back and savoring the way his mouth feels on my chest and neck.

“Because if we don’t, I’m going to take you back to your room and I really want to finish my bracelet.”

I pull away from him. “You would rather finish your bracelet than help me finish?” I flick my tongue over my lips and drape my arms over his shoulders.

“Trouble,” he growls, turning me on even more. He kisses my lips then cups my pussy in his hand. He presses his thumb over the seam of my pants, pushing it against my clit. I whimper and dig my fingers into his hair.

Gripping the back of my thigh with his free hand, he lifts me off the ground. His show of strength is so hot. I try hiding it on my face but going by the way his lip twitches I’m not doing a good job.

He carries me into my room and lays me down on the bed. Hovering over me—his arms on either side of my head—his eyes drift over my body, stopping for a moment on my chest before retreating back to my face.

“What do you want, trouble? My fingers or my mouth?”

I raise an eyebrow. “Are those my only twooptions?”

“Today? Yes.” He places a quick kiss on my lips. “You will have to wait another day for my cock.”

“Pity.” I pout, making him shake his head. “I want both.”

Koa’s eyes darken as he unbuttons my pants and slides them down my legs along with my underwear. He stands back, admiring me for a moment. My breathing increases with every second that passes.

“Spread your legs, baby. Let me see all of you.” He swallows hard watching me lift my shirt over my head. Then leaning back on my elbows I slowly widen my legs.

He drops to his knees on the bed and crawls over my body. “You look fucking delicious. I’m going to enjoy tasting every fucking inch of you,” he says, before kissing his way down my body.