“No. I just got home.” He chewed with ferocity, his glare returning.
“Would you like me to make you something to eat?”
“What are you making?” He swore. “No, damn it. I came over here to talk.”
She refused to make this awkward. Thursday night had been a monumental step for Erin into becoming the independent woman she wanted to be. “What did you want to talk about?” She smiled, deliberately throwing a hint of innocence into her voice.
Smith’s gaze dropped to her mouth. His lids lowered, and she remembered how sexy he’d looked after she’d kissed him. Aroused so easily by the man, her nipples grew hard, and she hoped he didn’t notice.
“Oh, no. No, you are not distracting me.” He stalked her until he had her backed against the wall. “What the hell was the other night about?”
“Excuse me?”
His eyes widened. “Are you gonna try to tell me you were so drunk you don’t remember grinding all over me on my couch?”
“What? No, not at all. I kissed you. It felt good. You were lovely.”
He blinked, and she had the odd notion she’d thrown him for a loop. How delightful.
“I—you—” He blew out a breath. “You used me.”
She cocked her head. “In what way?” His green eyes looked so dark, so deep. “Wow, you have pretty eyes.”
“You said that already,” he snapped. “At Ringo’s, when you were drunk, you—”
“I was never drunk. A little buzzed maybe, but that wore off at the beginning of the movie.”
“A-ha. So youdoremember kissing me.”
“Yes.” She was confused. “Am I not supposed to remember you?’
“No. I mean yes. I just… Why the hell did you kiss me? You came hard, Erin.” He stared down into her eyes. “And I wasn’t ready for you.”
“I don’t understand. Ready for me?”
He startled her by lifting her off her feet, holding her against him and the wall, his face so close she could count individual eyelashes. “You aren’t drinking now.”
“No. I made cookies.” Drily, she added, “I like to be sober when working around a hot stove.”
“Good. Then there’s no excuse for me not to do this.” He leaned in for a kiss, one that was so light, so soft, he seduced her into a shivery mess in seconds. A hand came up to cup her breast, and the feel of his palm against her nipple shot her libido into overdrive.
“That’s it,” he crooned and kissed his way to her ear. He whispered, “If you ask me nicely, I’ll show you how good it feels when I take charge. Would you like that, baby?”
Not sure what to say when her body refused to stop reaching for his, she braced her hands on his shoulders to get some space. But that meant looking into eyes that seduced her into a quiveringyes.She nodded, caught in the spell of his mean grin.
Sexy, independent Erin wanted to see what a man could do for her that she couldn’t. At least, that was what Erin tried telling herself. Because honestly, he’d stolen her ability to reason the moment he’d become so domineering.
Smith kissed her, his tongue invading, his hand more insistent over her breast. He tugged and pulled on her nipple, making her writhe in his grip. He wrapped her legs around his waist, and she happily complied, finding that happy place where his body rubbed hers at the perfect spot.
“Oh, no. Not this time,” he whispered and sucked at her throat.
She tangled her fingers in his hair, lost to his touch, so needy it hurt.
He slowly lowered her to her feet and knelt before her.
“What are you doing?” she rasped, stroking his soft hair.
“Getting you ready,” he whispered as he removed her shoes then parted her jeans. He tugged then down and off and shoved his face against her underwear.
