CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
“I DON’T WANNA TALK.” Gage slammed Ursula against the wall of his poolside cabana the next day. “I wanna fuck.” He took her lips into a sloppy kiss, drowning her in saliva.
“Gage!” She clawed at his n***d, damp shoulders still wet from his morning swim. “I didn’t come over here for this.”
“Bullshit. What happened, huh?” He restrained her in his resilient arms. “When Lang was alive you couldn’t get enough of me.” Water dribbled from his cheeks. “Now you’re playing hard to get?”
“Listen.” She pushed as he kissed her neck. “I came to warn you.”
“Just f**k me.” He kissed down her canary-yellow dress. “Save the other s**t for later.”
“I’m serious.” She shoved him off, her tall body landing on her feet. “Why do you have to be such a p***y hound all the time?”
“Please.” He
