Sighing, I remove the keys from my car and step out. I didn't think this time would ever come. Being completely over this week and beyond exhausted, I only made it into jeans and a graphic t-shirt before rushing out of the house. Fucking finally. I can drown my worries like the grown ass woman I am.

Looking into the window, I check my appearance again and shrug. Whatevs. Nothing I can do to make my brown eyes and hair look alive. No one here gives a shit anyway.

Walking into the bar, I pause, not sure if I'm actually seeing correctly. What the eff? Two years of nothing and this asshole decides to show up out of the blue? Moving my life around three times clearly had no use. I can't escape these people. At least the bar is close to empty and I don't need to worry about making a scene. The only two folks here are regulars who mind their own business. Because they're too drunk to know anything else is going on around them.

Rolling my eyes to the ceiling and taking a deep breath, I shake it off and walk up behind him.

"Long time, no see..friend," I drawl sarcastically.

I watch as he freezes. Slowly turning around, he takes a moment or eight to scan my body, setting every inch of my skin aflame. Some things never change.

Huffing, I put my hands on my hips and glare. "When you're done eye-fucking me..." snaps him out of his perusal.

"Fuck," he mutters, finally making eye contact, "I swear, Bella. I had no idea you were here."

My cheeks flame. "And if you did?! So, you have been avoiding me?"

Growling softly, he throws a hand in his hair, looking at me with pleading eyes. "That's not what I meant. I just didn't want you to think I was hunting you down!"

"Bullshit! I haven't seen you in two fucking years and you just happen to be in the same bar I would have liked to lose myself in."

"Oh, god dammit," he whispers. I can tell he's already frustrated with me. Good. "I'm not following you. You made it clear you didn't want us to."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Why are you here?" I keep my glare. Do not give in to those beautiful eyes.

Pause. "Business." Mmhmm. Bullshit.

"Right. Get on with your business and stay out of mine." Turning, I barely make it a foot before I feel his large hand gently grab my arm. I don't dare turn back around. The need to escape is strong, knowing the hold he will always have over me.

"Don't go yet, Bella. Please." I feel him stand and press against me, causing my breath to hitch. Feeling his lips at my ear, my eyes flutter close as he whispers, "please don't go yet. I've missed you. Fuck..being this close to you?" He sighs, blowing my brown hair across my cheek.

I know what he means. Every part of me wants to spin around and jump him. Must stay in control.

Slowly turning back around, I lean my head back to look in his eyes. I forgot how tall he is, making me feel so small. "You can't say things like that to me." I whisper.

Narrowing his eyes, he cocks his head a little. "Like what? I missed you?"

I shake my head quickly. He knows that's not what I meant. Asshole.

Grinning softly and making my traitor heart skip a beat, he takes a step toward me, leaning down to whisper in my ear. "Hmm...what's wrong, baby, do I still affect you?"

I try to jerk my head away, but it only gives him access to my neck, where he immediately buries his nose. Inhaling deeply, he moans lowly. "Fucking delicious."

Ah, screw it. If I have to be around this asshole, I should at least get some enjoyment out of it. Placing my hands on his firm chest, I shove him back onto the bar stool before coming to stand between his legs. He's quick to grab my hips and draws me roughly against him. By the feel of things, I'm not the only one affected.

Seeing the different kind of fire in my eyes, he bites his lip through a smile, "There's my girl."

"I'm not your girl," I growl. Running my hands up his chest and over his shoulders, I reach the hair at the nape of his neck and tug a little, causing his eyes to darken. Gorgeous.

"Oh yeah? Then why does it seem as if I don't fuck you on top of this bar right now you're going to explode?" Cocky motherfucker.

With a nasty grin, I lean in close to his lips, struggling not to attack him. Whispering against his lips, "You're right. I do want to be fucked."

Backing up a little, I continue in a normal tone. "It doesn't need to be you though. Any man in here will be up to the task, I'm sure." I turn around and pretend to glance around the bar at the other two patrons. Surely, he knows I'm bluffing.

Chuckling darkly, he yanks me back against him, my ass landing on one of my favorite parts of this man. "I don't fuckin think so," he nips at my neck, "neither of these assholes can fulfill you like I can. Tell me, has anyone been able to make this tight little body sing like me? It's been two years, Bella, surely you've found someone who can take my place." Gripping my hips, he gives a firm thrust against my ass, causing both of us to moan.

Dead. Is this what it's like to be brain dead? He cannot expect a response.

Sucking sharply on my neck, he grinds slowly into me, reminding me of his awesome fucking moves. "Well, Bella? Nothing? You say you're not mine, but I disagree." Gripping my hair, he moves my head to the side to look into my eyes. I know he can see the affect he has on me. "We both know I own you, body and soul."

Arguing is useless. I'm not even sure I can argue. I say nothing, just stare at his full lips. I've never wanted to be kissed so badly in my life. "Please," I whisper to his lips.

"Hm? Please what, baby? Tell me." The chances of being fulfilled by this beautiful man would probably die if I punched him in his cocky fucking face. I know exactly what he can do though. So, I grind my teeth and close my eyes. Feeling his hand slide around to touch me causes them to pop right back open. "Fuck, you're burning up," he moans. "Did I do this, Bella? Is this for me?"

Infuriating man. He wants me to admit things I'm not ready to. He's not the only one who can play. Leaning back against his chest, I press more firmly down on him and reach back to grip his neck. I know he has a good view of the front of my body now. Running my lips against his neck, I flex my hips a little and breathe into his ear, knowing he loves that shit. "Maybe," I whisper innocently, "but I can't quite tell if you're up for the job." Cackling on the inside, I watch his jaw work. It'll be worth it later when he works double time to prove things he doesn't even need to prove.

Shoving me off his lap, he turns me around and walks me back against the wall. Gripping the back of my thighs, he lifts me up easily and wraps my legs around him. Moving his forearms to rest against the wall on either side of my head, he dips his head to look in my eyes. Trapped. Fucking yum.

When he speaks again, his voice is impossibly deeper than I've ever heard. "Is that right?"

Gulping, I nod slowly, only to gasp loudly when he gives me a sharp thrust, moving me at least an inch up the wall. "Yeah," I breathe, "hardly felt a thing." Pretty sure I can feel him at my belly button. He's so much fun when he's fired up.

"Fuckin…Bella," he growls, leaning his forehead against mine, "that's so fucked up. No more games. Tell me who you want." Poor man.

Biting my lip, I let him off the hook and grab at his back, pulling him closer to me. "You, only you," I whisper.

"Okay. And I'll give you what you need, no problem. Just one more thing." He leans his head back a little and I can see the calculating look in his eyes. I groan, knowing what's coming. I take it back. He's no fun. "Say my name. Please...please just say it. I have to be absolutely positive it's me you want. No games, Bella. Tell me who makes you burn like this?"

Moving my hands slowly up his back, I grip his shoulders and move my lips to his ear. He's right, I do need him. In so many ways. This is the only way I can handle him right now and I'm not letting the opportunity pass. Swallowing my pride, I nibble softly on his ear before I breathe his name into it.