I roll my eyes. “You know me so well.”
“I really, really do.”
The credits start rolling. Ellis lifts his head off my shoulder, and I turn to him. He blinks at me slowly, and the light from the screen casts fluttering shadows on his face. I can smell the wine on his slightly parted lips, and I think if I leaned in, he’d let me kiss him. Maybe.
“You pretend to hate me,” he continues, his mouth quirking at the side. “But what you actually hate is how unstable I make you feel.”
“I don’t hate you.”
When he lets out a huff, his warm breath dances against my cheek. “Please. Half the time, you look at me like you want to choke me.”
“And what about the other half of the time?” I challenge.
He grins and I already regret asking. I’ve given him the ammo, and he’s going to take it because that’s what he does. Voice low, Ellis says, “The other half of the time, you look at me like you want to fuck me. Ironically, you’re welcome to do both.”
I suck in a breath. Heat spreads across my face, down my neck, and expands through my chest. It runs down my spine and through every crevice of my being.
Who the fuck just says that? Who the fuck would even call someone out like that?
Ellis. That’s who.
“You wish,” I say. A weak attempt to salvage myself. To throw him off.
“I do actually wish that,” Ellis says, and my heart jolts. “I’m into the whole protective giant thing you’ve got going on.”
My dick twitches and I shift away from him. This is getting dangerous. Very dangerous. “I’m not a giant,” I grumble.
“You kinda are. Not my fault you’re huge.”
I grit out, “Not my fault you’re easy to throw around.”
He vibrates with laughter. “And what would you know about throwing me around?”
“More than enough,” I snap out before I can stop myself. “Threw you on the bed easily enough, didn’t I? You think I don’t remember how you spread your fucking legs when I did? Even now, I could have you on your knees and begging if I wanted to.”
I suck in a breath.
Ellis’s smile turns downright mischievous. “Doubt you still have it in you. Must have been a one time thing.”
Something snaps in me. I scowl and grip his jaw, tight enough to keep him in place but not strong enough to hurt him. Ellis doesn’t move.
“Ellis,” I growl. It’s a warning. “Stop taunting me. I mean it.”
He lets a beat pass. Then he lifts his chin slightly, holds my stare, and smirks.
“Stop threatening me with a good time then,” he says, barely a whisper. It’s loud, though. It reverberates through me.
My grip on his chin loosens, and a strange, rumbling sound escapes my throat. I don’t even realize it’s me until Ellis’s eyebrows raise and he lets out a soft laugh. His stare drifts down to my mouth, and he inhales, his chest rising before meeting my gaze again.
My heart jumps when he wets his lips with his tongue.
Fuck it.
He’s already surging forward by the time I’ve gripped the front of his shirt.
Ellis gets on my lap, and I frantically yank his shirt off. He glares down at me, eyes burning, as he slips his hands under my shirt. Ellis touches me everywhere he can reach and leaves scorching trails with each pass. And when he rocks against me, I let out a loud groan and buck up.
“Yes,” he hisses.
