Page 39 of Only for Me

He kept his tone low but firm. I also didn’t miss the irritation which in turn pissed me off because what the fuck. I glanced at Avi’s PortaPlay then crossed the room, heading to the front door and yanking it open.

“Talk.”

“Can I come in?”

“No, talk. You had an entire week to see Avi so I know that’s not why you’re here. I don’t see any more random ass service people out there so I’m guessing you’re not here to disrupt things with any more of your demands about what our lives need to look like. So whatever you need to say, you can tell me from here. God, I’m so fucking pissed that I let you make me believe you really wanted to be a part of Avi’s life. You’re doing exactly what I expected you…”

Mid-sentence Omiri stepped forward and kissed me. His large hands framed my face and his mouth met mine, cutting off the rest of what I was about to say, and honestly I didn’t even remember because shit…

His tongue went to work, caressing my mouth and his soft lips covered mine for an added bonus. The taste of mint moved from his tongue to mine, rendering my mind temporarily nonfunctional while I leaned into the kiss. But then I found some sense, my brain caught up, and I pulled away.

I was breathless and disoriented but I pushed that away and my hand landed hard on his cheek when I slapped him.

He grinned, rubbing the spot, shook his head and pushed past me, walking into my house like I hadn’t just assaulted the man.

“You didn’t have to put your hands on me, Kari, but I’ll let you get that.”

“Keep your mouth off me and I won’t have to.”

“I kissed you to shut your ass up so I could explain why I haven’t been here.”

I slammed the door but didn’t turn to face him right away because my face was still burning from the embarrassment of leaning into that kiss like it was my lifeline. When I finally pulled myself together and turned to face him, Omiri was already settled on the sofa with his long legs stretched out, set wide, and his eyes on me.

“And you didn’t think to just interrupt with a simple, let me explain, like a normal person?”

“Your ass wouldn’t have listened.”

“You don’t know that and that’s not the point.”

“The point was getting your attention which clearly I did. You good?” He smiled cockily and I rolled my eyes.

“I’m fine.”

He nodded before dropping his eyes to his phone and tapping the screen like he was sending a text. After he was done, I had his attention again. “I’ve been in LA dealing with some legal stuff. A woman who has been harassing the hell out of me decided that since I wouldn’t let her sit on my dick that a lawsuit would get me to change my mind.”

I stared at him for a minute, half expecting him to laugh because this had to be a joke, but when he didn’t, I frowned. “You’re serious?”

“Very. She’s been stalking me, showing up at every game. Every time I make an appearance, she’s there. Hell, she has DMed me pictures of every inch of her body, multiple times, but I’m not interested.”

“Why not? Seems like your type.”

“And what is my type?” His voice was laced with amusement.

“Easy.”

“You calling yourself easy?”

“Absolutely not.”

“We had sex and procreated which means you’re my type.”

I rolled my eyes again. “No, that just means we both drank too much that night.”

“I wasn’t that damn drunk and neither were you.” A sexy grin settled on his face.

We weren’t…

I remembered almost every single second of that night, and based on the way he was looking at me he did too, so I changed the subject.