nipples.
“You tell anyone else that and I will rip this off and turn you into a living Ken.”
He waggled his brows. “How will you be able to attach clothespins to them then?”
Her lips curved. “I hate you.”
Following the delicate curve of her jaw with his fingers, he replied, “You want to but you can’t.”
She blinked and he caught something foreign yet amazing in her hazel irises. “That’s where you’re wrong, Sunny,” Nyssa responded softly. “I want to do a lot of things with you…hate doesn’t even factor in.”
“Unless you want me to ask you for a live demonstration, I suggest you stop looking at me in that way, cara .”
“What way?” Her voice told him she knew precisely what she was doing. Oh, this game would be fun.
Sansone rubbed her nose with his. “Like you want me to ruin you.”
She bit her lip. “I think you already have.”
Sansone sucked in a deep breath, ready to take her mouth when the sound of approaching footsteps caused his head to snap upwards.
“Nyssa?”
He stiffened and caught sight of Woodard just over her shoulder.
Her sigh was defeated as she turned to look at the prick. “James?”
The other man took a few cautious steps forward, clearly forgetting Sansone was right there. When Sansone growled, Woodard stopped, his gaze bouncing between Nyssa and him. “I wanted to talk to you earlier but you disappeared before I could get the chance.” He seemed to be taking in her rumpled appearance as he awkwardly searched for something to say and came out with, “Uh… How are you?”
Nyssa put a hand to Sansone’s chest, clearly intent on keeping him still. “I’m fine.” Her head tilted slightly. “You wanted to talk to me why ?”
Woodard rocked back on his heels. He then waved a hand at her. “You look… incredible .”
“James…”
“It’s been a long time since I last saw you and—”
“You’re speaking but you aren’t saying nearly enough,” Sansone cut in. “What. Do. You. Want?” He didn’t want him talking to Nyssa. He didn’t even want him in the same space as her, breathing her air. He was tainting something that had just unfolded so beautifully right before Sansone’s eyes, and he could feel it in the way she tensed beneath his touch, saw it in the way her jaw clenched. She was withdrawing, pulling away unknowingly, and it was this asshole’s fault. Sansone had made a mental promise, and it was taking everything within him not to keep it.
Blue eyes narrowed on him. “What I want is to talk to Nyssa.”
Sansone gave him a sharp smile. “And as a little boy I wanted to star in my own sitcom.” He mocked. “What happens to a dream deferred?”
Woodard’s jaw clenched. “Eight years and you’re still playing the guard dog role, Sultana?”
He stepped forward. “Careful, Woodard. As you can see, I’m off the leash.”
Nyssa gripped the back of his jacket. “Stop.”
Sansone did and the dickhead smirked. “Are you really?”
Pointing at Woodard, Nyssa said, “If I let him go, I’m going to spend my night downtown trying to explain how you got twisted inside out, so cut the shit.”
His lips flattened into one thin line and he held up his hands. “I’ve been looking for you all night. I thought we could go someplace quiet and I could explain some things.”
“Oh, this is just unreal…” Sansone muttered.
“James, I’m not exactly sure what it is you’d like to explain after almost a decade but I am sure that I don’t want to listen to any of it.” She shook her head when Woodard opened his mouth. “Just…go back inside…or home…or wherever you’ve been all this time. I don’t care which one.”
“Nyssa.” He took another step forward, reaching out.
Sansone shrugged out of the jacket, leaving it to hang from Nyssa’s fingertips as he got between the two. He was at least a foot taller, his body wider than Woodard’s by a few inches. “If I’m not mistaken that was a distinct no. Turn
“You tell anyone else that and I will rip this off and turn you into a living Ken.”
He waggled his brows. “How will you be able to attach clothespins to them then?”
Her lips curved. “I hate you.”
Following the delicate curve of her jaw with his fingers, he replied, “You want to but you can’t.”
She blinked and he caught something foreign yet amazing in her hazel irises. “That’s where you’re wrong, Sunny,” Nyssa responded softly. “I want to do a lot of things with you…hate doesn’t even factor in.”
“Unless you want me to ask you for a live demonstration, I suggest you stop looking at me in that way, cara .”
“What way?” Her voice told him she knew precisely what she was doing. Oh, this game would be fun.
Sansone rubbed her nose with his. “Like you want me to ruin you.”
She bit her lip. “I think you already have.”
Sansone sucked in a deep breath, ready to take her mouth when the sound of approaching footsteps caused his head to snap upwards.
“Nyssa?”
He stiffened and caught sight of Woodard just over her shoulder.
Her sigh was defeated as she turned to look at the prick. “James?”
The other man took a few cautious steps forward, clearly forgetting Sansone was right there. When Sansone growled, Woodard stopped, his gaze bouncing between Nyssa and him. “I wanted to talk to you earlier but you disappeared before I could get the chance.” He seemed to be taking in her rumpled appearance as he awkwardly searched for something to say and came out with, “Uh… How are you?”
Nyssa put a hand to Sansone’s chest, clearly intent on keeping him still. “I’m fine.” Her head tilted slightly. “You wanted to talk to me why ?”
Woodard rocked back on his heels. He then waved a hand at her. “You look… incredible .”
“James…”
“It’s been a long time since I last saw you and—”
“You’re speaking but you aren’t saying nearly enough,” Sansone cut in. “What. Do. You. Want?” He didn’t want him talking to Nyssa. He didn’t even want him in the same space as her, breathing her air. He was tainting something that had just unfolded so beautifully right before Sansone’s eyes, and he could feel it in the way she tensed beneath his touch, saw it in the way her jaw clenched. She was withdrawing, pulling away unknowingly, and it was this asshole’s fault. Sansone had made a mental promise, and it was taking everything within him not to keep it.
Blue eyes narrowed on him. “What I want is to talk to Nyssa.”
Sansone gave him a sharp smile. “And as a little boy I wanted to star in my own sitcom.” He mocked. “What happens to a dream deferred?”
Woodard’s jaw clenched. “Eight years and you’re still playing the guard dog role, Sultana?”
He stepped forward. “Careful, Woodard. As you can see, I’m off the leash.”
Nyssa gripped the back of his jacket. “Stop.”
Sansone did and the dickhead smirked. “Are you really?”
Pointing at Woodard, Nyssa said, “If I let him go, I’m going to spend my night downtown trying to explain how you got twisted inside out, so cut the shit.”
His lips flattened into one thin line and he held up his hands. “I’ve been looking for you all night. I thought we could go someplace quiet and I could explain some things.”
“Oh, this is just unreal…” Sansone muttered.
“James, I’m not exactly sure what it is you’d like to explain after almost a decade but I am sure that I don’t want to listen to any of it.” She shook her head when Woodard opened his mouth. “Just…go back inside…or home…or wherever you’ve been all this time. I don’t care which one.”
“Nyssa.” He took another step forward, reaching out.
Sansone shrugged out of the jacket, leaving it to hang from Nyssa’s fingertips as he got between the two. He was at least a foot taller, his body wider than Woodard’s by a few inches. “If I’m not mistaken that was a distinct no. Turn
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