Her chin lifted mutinously and she thrust her arms back into her coat. “I’ll see for myself.”
“Be my guest.” He rolled out of her way, his jaw clenched tight. “And when you find yourself mired ankle-deep in an impassable road, don’t call for my help.”
She balanced barefoot on one leg in the doorway and stared into the unrelenting rain. Finally, she turned and glared at him. “You are soaggravating.”
“Right back at you.”
She shoved past him and sank to the floor again. Mack laid on his back in the cramped space and threw his forearm over his eyes.
“You cannot seriously be going to sleep. It’s barely sunset.”
“I only slept three hours last night, I’ve been nauseous all day, and, quite frankly, you’re exhausting right now.”
“You—you—”
“Say it,” he taunted.
There was a rustle of paper. “You’re a star-spangled flapdoodle.”
“That makes no sense.” He lifted his head. “Wait, do you have a list of terrible insults in that notebook?”
She hugged the notebook to her chest and shot daggers at him. “They aren’t terrible!”
“Let me be the judge of that.” He reached for her notebook, and she swatted his hand.
“Don’t smile at me.”
“Why not?”
“I hate your dumb dimples!”
He sat up slowly, noting how distracted she became by the bared expanse of his chest where his underwear was unbuttoned, how her breath hitched and her pupils dilated. Lust roared to life in his veins, his fingers twitching with the need to touch her. “I don’t think you do.”
“And I hate how your hair flops over your brow. It looks bad and it’s distracting.”
His lips twisted to one side, the temptation to drive her over the edge overriding his senses. How far could he push before she admitted she wanted him? “So we’re playing this game. All right,Ihate your rude, pouty lips.”
She gasped. “I amnotpouty.”
“Maybe a good turn over my knee will take care of that pout—”
The notebook bounced off Mack’s chest. His gaze slid slowly from where it landed on the ground between them to Winnie’s wild expression. Her breasts heaved, her hardened nipples thrusting against the shirt, and Mack’s skin crackled with pent-up fire, his cock stiffening with anticipation.
“Guess I’ll try another method.” He grasped the front of her shirt and yanked her into his lap. His mouth hovered half an inch from hers, and he nipped at her bottom lip. “I know how to help you rid yourself of all this aggression. I know what you really want.”
“What I wantis for you tostop talking.”
Her fingers wove into his hair and not-so-gently tugged him forward. Her mouth descended on his, and lights exploded behind Mack’s eyes when she licked the seam of his lips. He opened to her, intoxicated by the little pants punctuating her breath. The kiss grew ravenous as all remaining irritation dissolved into desperate hunger.
His hands were everywhere, determined to find and memorize every nuance of her curvaceous figure, every sensitive spot that made her twitch and moan. Winnie was practically climbing his chest in an attempt to get even closer, and he shifted her until her legs straddled his hips.
Her wet curls, exposed from the shirt riding up around her waist, ground against his stiff cock, and Mack didn’t know whether to curse or thank the cotton barrier of his underwear preventing him from sinking deep inside her. Their passion was a runaway train, and Mack welcomed the turbulent ride. His mouth slanted over hers again and again, and he rocked his hips upward in a tight circle.
Winnie let out a ragged moan. “Again.”
He did as commanded, finding a steady rhythm as his hand slipped under the shirt to cup her breast. His thumb caressed her taut nipple, and he dragged his lips down her neck, sucking gently at her skin. He wanted that nipple in his mouthnow, and he shifted to lower them to the floor.
Winnie’s arm shot out for balance and smacked into the table beside them. There was a rattle and thud as tools dropped to the ground around them. Mack pressed Winnie to his chest, shielding her head, and winced as something sharp grazed his arm on the way down.
