I’ve woken in paradise. Then I remember I’m still pissed.
‘Is it?’
‘Cryptic Scarlett. How I’ve missed her.’ His thumb strokes my cheek then he drops his mouth gently against mine, his soft lips lingering, rousing me from my sleepy fog. ‘You look adorable when you’re sleepy.’
‘Stop with the sex sword, Gregory. You just took off.’
‘No, I went away on business and I don’t want to come home to a fight.’
‘You dropped the fingerprint result on me,by phone, right before hanging up.’
‘I didn’t hang up, I lost signal.’
‘Same thing.’
‘It really isn’t.’
‘And what about Thursday? One minute, you’re arguing with your mum about some phantom woman, then you’re running out to calm your mum down. Who is she?’
‘My mother? Rarely who she says she is.’
‘You’re not funny.’
‘Then why are you smirking?’
‘Because you’re making me. Stop being evasive and tell me who she is.’
His face contorts for a second and I think he might tell me. ‘You’re adorable when you’re taking a tantrum.’
I scowl. ‘This isn’t over, Ryans.’
He leans his head to one side and raises a brow. ‘No?’
I squirm beneath him and grab his pert arse cheeks with a squeeze, digging my nails into his flesh. ‘No.’
‘I beg to differ, Miss Heath.’
He attacks the sensitive skin at my sides and under my arms, making me scream with laughter. ‘Is it over?’
‘No!’ I squeal.
He jumps backwards, grabbing my ankle between his legs and tickling the middle of my foot. I put a brave face on for as long as possible but it’s no good. It’s so bloody ticklish, my squeal bursts from me again. I wriggle and yank at my foot, trying to kick, squirming in the bed sheets, but he’s too strong. He grips my ankle and then his quick-moving fingers are on the uber-sensitive skin beneath my toes.
‘Stop! Stop!’ I scream.
‘Say it’s over.’
I shake my head vigorously.
‘Scarlett Heath, I have a sex weapon and you know I’m not afraid to use it.’
My ribs are aching and I think I might actually pee. ‘It doesn’t look like much of a weapon to me.’
He stops. My giggles subside and he dives forward again, his weight shared between my legs and the forearms propped at either side of my head. ‘I’m going to show you exactly how much of a weapon it is. I want my morning fuck.’
‘I want your morning fuck too.’ I take a deep breath and surge forward with all my might, throwing him to his side and diving from the bed. ‘But you’re not getting it after that!’
I run from my side and round the bottom of the bed, making it to the door before he grabs me. He wraps a muscled arm around my annoyingly light waist, halting me with ease. I thrash around, legs and arms air-running, and eventually, I get enough leverage to burst from his arms. I’m giggling so much that my arms and legs can’t crawl more than a few feet along the wooden floor of the landing.
