“No, don’t stop, but …” Her heart banged against her ribcage. “Do you have anything to say tome?”
“Nope. Doyou?”
His expression challenged her and irritated her, and his narrowed eyes accused her of being theliar.
She jutted out her lower lip and crossed her arms over her heaving chest. “Nothing.”
“If you aren’t asking me to stop …” He dived for her lips, and she couldn’t smother the moan of anticipated pleasure as her body thrilled at hisattack.
Fine. She’d dodged the bullet, for now. He didn’t seem to want answers from her, at least not yet, and she wasn’t going to offer unless he came prepared to acknowledge his role in hermisery.
He turned up the heat, lifting her from her feet and laying her down on the bed with such excruciating sweetness that it brought tears to hereyes.
The man was a livingcontradiction.
“You okay?” His eyes held a concentration of desire as he lighted his lips to hercheek.
She managed to nod, knowing he still harbored accusations against her, but not willing to explain until he was ready to eatcrow.
“Hold me, Grady, the way you usedto.”
He wrapped her in warmth, trailing his fingers through her hair, and smoothing his palm on her back, calming her, but at the same time stoking theflames.
She opened her mouth and let out a sigh, of desire, and heartache, then welcomed him in, drinking of that essential male touch, the branding of his tongue, the taste of his strength, the grasp of hisprotectiveness.
He was trouble—big trouble, but she’d hungered for him all these years, wondering if she’d ever have the chance to set things straight—to make himpay.
She hated that she was all warm and soft and aching for him, but at the same time, the firestorm inside of her broiled over, as she grazed her fingers over his rock hardbody.
He rose and dragged her tank top over her head, exposing her bare chest, and in a single motion, shrugged off hisshirt.
Hooded eyes filled with lust gazed down on her, and he licked hislips.
“It’s always been you.” He shook his head, almost regretfully. “Always beenyou.”
What did he expect her to say when he got all hot and romantic like that—so unlike his usualdemeanor?
It was better not to talk, better to get naked and press skin againstskin.
Linx pounced at Grady, knocking him onto his back. Snarling, she whipped her head around to get her long hair off her face as she yanked his jeans, along with his boxers to hisankles.
Their gazes locked, and fury swirled deep inside of her as she gave herself over to her wickeddesires.
