“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I snapped.
“Whatever, never mind,” she said, waving me off. “Get out of my way so I can congratulate Beck and Everly and—”
“Tell me to prove it.”
She blinked up at me, frozen for a moment. “What?”
I took a step closer to her, backing her into the wall. I inhaled deeply, taking in her subtle citrus scent, my dick perking up at that nominal tease. Caging her against the wall with my hands pressed on either side of her, I leaned forward until our mouths were an inch apart. “Tell me. To prove it.”
We were so close, her breaths ghosted over my lips, and her gorgeous, full tits brushed against my chest with every one of her inhales. My cock grew so hard, I was afraid I’d pass out from lack of blood to my brain. Fuck me, the things this woman did to me without even trying. Scratch that. She managed that whileactivelytrying to piss me off. But for some reason, that only made me hotter for her…harderfor her.
She licked her lips, and I couldn’t stop my gaze from dropping to them. I wanted to suck on that plump lower lip and trace the Cupid’s bow at the top with my tongue. Wanted to finally know what that mouth felt like against mine. Wanted to know what she tasted like so I could torture myself with a memory the next time I wrapped my hand around my cock and came to thoughts of her.
Then she uttered two words that might as well have been a gunshot for how my body reacted. “Prove it.”
With a groan, I cupped her face, sliding my fingers into her hair and tilting her chin up toward me, and took her lips with mine. This kiss wasn’t soft or sweet. It wasn’t tentative or unassuming…there was no buildup. It was all-consuming from the start. Passionate and hungry and a little angry—everything we seemed to be when we were together.
I swept my tongue into her mouth, moaning low when she opened for me without hesitation. She fisted the front of my shirt, tugging me closer, and I didn’t even try to hide what she was doing to me. I didn’t care if she felt how fucking hard I was. How much Iachedfor her.
“You feel this?” I wrapped an arm around her waist as I kissed my way across her jaw, down her neck, grinding my cock into her so there was no question what I was talking about. “Don’t tell me I’m the one who won’t make this believable. All you have to do isbreatheand I’m hard.”
I brought my lips back to hers, inhaling her breathy little moan as she panted into my mouth, her tongue sliding against mine. I wanted to pull her closer and shove her away at the same time because she shouldn’t feel this good. She shouldn’t taste this good. We shouldn’t be this good together, but there was no denying the truth.
I couldn’t get enough of this irritating, insufferable woman. She drove me wild with a need I’d never known, turned me into a simpering idiot with a few insults from her luscious lips, and I couldn’t get enough.
By the time I pulled back, we were both breathing hard, andfuck me. Had I ever experienced a kiss like that before? One that made me desperate to fuck right where we stood? One that felt as good as sex in and of itself?
Without giving me a chance to say a word, she pushed against my chest with one hand, forcing me to step back. She raised those fingers to her lips, her eyes wide as she stared up at me. Her face was flushed, her eyes brighter than I’d ever seen them, and I had the insane urge to put that look on her face every day for the rest of our lives.
Then, like a switch being flipped, she seemed to come back to herself. She dropped her hand and rolled her shoulders back, looking every bit the woman who didn’t take any shit, save for those swollen lips and mussed hair, both of which were courtesy of me.
“Since this was your idea, you can figure out how to tell your family,” she said, her voice raspy. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Without giving me a chance to respond, she turned and stalked off. And because I could never let her have the last word, I followed after her.
“That’s not how it happened, and you know it.”
“What I know is this was all your idea,” she tossed over her shoulder.
This fucking woman…
“Oh, youwishit was my idea,” I said. “Have you already forgotten?”
“Forgotten how much you begged for it? Not hardly.”
“Tell yourself whatever you need to, kitten, but I know the truth.”
“All you know are your delusions,” she said as she pulled open the front door and flew outside without a backward glance.
I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to go after her or drown my sorrows in an entire bottle of tequila, becausefuck. Me. I wasn’t so sure I was going to survive this marriage.
With a growl of frustration, I headed to the bar, getting the bartender’s attention immediately. “Tequila. And make it a double.”
He was a transplant to Starlight Cove—someone I hadn’t seen around before. His brows lifted as he poured me the drink. “Trouble with an ex?” he asked, chin lifted toward where Quinn had stormed out.
I breathed out a laugh. “I wish it was only that,” I said under my breath. Then louder but not enough to carry, I added, “Actually, she’s about to be my wife.”
CHAPTERTWELVE
