My jaw ticked when she stood and walked toward the house, ignoring me entirely. “Are you fucking kidding me? Why is she like this?”
It was a rhetorical question. I didn’t expect anyone on goddamn planet Earth to know the answer if I was actually looking for it, so I didn’t wait for a response before flying up from my chair and stalking toward the house.
When I stepped inside, I spotted Morgan hunched over, looking in the fridge. She popped up at the sound of me shutting the door with a little more force than necessary and rolled her eyes before continuing her perusal.
“You’re a real pain in the fucking ass, you know that?” She snorted inside the refrigerator. “You can’t even doonething and just get someone a damn drink, even after youaskedif they wanted one.”
She stood straight, uncapping her bottle of water as she nudged the fridge door shut with her hip. “I wasn’t askingyou. I was asking Lucas and Callie. You just happened to be sitting there,” she said with a shrug before taking a sip.
Usually, I could take her petty bullshit behavior and roll with it. Tonight, for some reason, it was pissing me off.
I shook my head as I went to the cooler Gabe had moved inside earlier, which she was standing right next to. “I seriously don’t fucking get you.”
“Good thing no one asked you to. And boo-hoo, you had to get up and get your own drink. Cry about it.”
My beer was momentarily forgotten as I snapped straight,standing to my full six-foot-three height, and glared down at her. “Honestly, what the hell is your problem?”
“You may see me not liking you and giving you a hard time as a problem. I, however, do not.”
“You can not like me andnotact fucking childish all the damn time.”
“I don’t act childish.”
“You do.”
“Idon’t,” she snapped back.
“Yes”—I inched closer, emphasizing my point through a hiss—“youdo.” I was so close I could see the gold flecks in her amber eyes flare with vexation.
I wasn’t sure what the hell happened next or who moved first, but one moment, we were staring each other down like we normally do—all fire and fierce disdain—and the next…I waskissingMorgan Hayes.
It was teeth and tongues. Raw, rough, and angry. Passionately hate-filled.
And in an even more twisted fucking turn of events,neitherof us tried to stop it.
A few magnets clattered to the ground when I shoved her against the refrigerator. Her hands curled around the back of my neck as I hooked mine beneath her thighs and forcefully jerked her up to my waist. And that’s when it hit me.Roses. In the three years I’d known Morgan, I never took notice of the scent that clung to her, but at that moment, the aroma flooded my senses; notes of rose and jasmine with spicy, earthy undertones.
And—fuck—it smelled good.
Never in a million years did I envision this happening, but my dick seemed to be emitting signals to my brain faster than I could keep up with. I had no control. It was like my entire bodywas consumed in a haze of pure need and had a mind of its own because, in the next moment, I was carrying her down the hall to where I knew the spare room was.
Andstill, neither of us was stopping it.
I turned, closing the door with her back when I slammed her against it, and my hand reached down to lock it. But that voice of reason wedged its way to the front of my brain for a split second, and the brutal kiss was finally broken when I managed to grumble against her lips, “What are we?—”
“Don’t talk,” she breathed before kissing me again.
“What?”
“Shut up! I can’t hear your voice while this is happening.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because it’syou, and I’ll come to my senses, and right now, I don’t want to because I just need a goddamn release.”
“Shit.” I chuckled against her lips at the relatable desperation in her voice. “Same.”
I kissed her again, pushing out the fact that this wasMorganand locking it away. That’s how fucking desperate I’d become.
