Restless (Relentless Series Book 2) by Alyson Reynolds Read Free Book Online Page A

tension between us that wasn’t normally there. I’m sure I was to blame because I’m awkward as fuck most of the time. Instead of just being normal I have to do something stupid like tell him that we can drive separately. Fucking A. All he wanted to do was pick me up and take me out to a nice dinner, but I can’t even let him do that because I’m such an idiot.
    “What’s going on in your head, Taylor?”
    “Believe me, if I knew I would tell you."
    He looked nervous. “Do you even want to be here with me?”
    “Of course I do!” People turned to stare, and a blush rose up my cheeks. I lowered my voice. “I do, I’m just really nervous about screwing something else up.”
    “Why are you convinced you will screw something else up? We’re just here to talk about things. There was a time when we could talk to each other about anything.”
    “Yeah, and then you saw my vagina. That changed things, Stephen.”
    “I’ve seen your vagina several times through the past couple of years, tons more over the past few months. Why does it have to change anything? I’ve known you your whole life.”
    I sighed. “You know me too well. Maybe that’s the problem. You knew I was going to leave before I did. I bet you and Violet were even taking bets on when I would run.”
    My head dropped and I dug my fists into my eyes trying to hold back the tears. His hand reached out and brushed a piece of my hair back that escaped my bun.
    “You have got to quit beating yourself up, Taylor. What’s done is done. All we can do now is try to move on from it. And that starts with you explaining what happened.”
    “Why don’t we discuss how you talked to me in the kitchen?”
    He leaned back in his chair and eyed me wearily. “Okay. We can talk about that.”
    I folded my hands and set them in my lap, waiting for him to continue.
    “Everything I said was out of anger, I wanted to hurt you like you hurt me. It wasn’t fair for me to say those things and I wish I could take them back. I’m so sorry for calling you broken; that couldn’t be further from the truth.”
    “Stephen, that’s where you’re wrong. I am broken. When I found the ring in your desk drawer, I panicked because I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready for that step. As happy as I am with you, I can’t guarantee I will ever want to get married.”
    He ran a frustrated hand down his face. “Who said we have to get married?”
    I looked down at my lap. My fingers nervously played with the edges of the napkin. Stephen moved to the chair next to me. His hands lifted my chin so I had to look at him.
    “We don’t have to do anything we don’t want to do. My mother didn’t mean anything by giving me the ring, baby. She just wants me to be happy. She wants us to be happy.”
    “I can’t make you any promises about the future,” I whispered.
    “I’m not asking for any.”
    His hands cupped my cheeks gently. I closed my eyes and leaned into his hand. When his lips brushed my cheek, my lips parted.
    “Let’s go.” His breath along my neck sent a shiver up my spine.
    “What about dinner?” I asked pulling back.
    “Fuck dinner. I’d rather eat you.”
    Oh my.
    His eyes blazed and sent heat pooling low in my belly.
     
     
    We left my car at the restaurant and took Stephen's back to our house. The drive back to the house felt like it took hours, but in reality it was less than ten minutes. My hand cupped Stephen through his jeans causing him to curse under his breath. He pushed my dress out the way and groaned when he saw my black thong. I pushed his hair back from his face and he kissed the delicate cross tattoo I had near my pinky.
    He looked away from the street long enough for me to see the heat flare in his eyes. His fingers tightened on the steering wheel as I bit down on my bottom lip. My fingers played with the button to his pants and he groaned.
    “You’re asking for it, little girl.”
    “Bring it,” I said laughing.
    We pulled into the driveway