Across the hall.
Straight into the women’s.
The second I push open the door, her eyes snap to mine in the mirror, stunned. Glacial blue gaze pin me in place like a blade pressed beneath my skin, daring me to move.
“Jeremy tells me you’re on a manhunt.” Might as well be blunt about it.
Her mouth parts. There’s a slight rise of her chest.
“What were his words again…?” I pretend to search for it. “Oh. Right.” My fingers snap. “You’re looking for someone to fill your horny bucket.”
Embarrassment flashes in her eyes but she’s stalk-still, caught between fight and flight while music thrums against the walls, muffled by layers of concrete and the weight of whatever is about to happen next.
“Love him.” Rorie sneers. “But he needs to stay in his lane and out of my sex life.”
The pull between us sizzles, electric, raw, and ready to ignite. Heat coils low in my spine as I close the distance, each step fueled by liquid courage and a mix of burning hot rage and possessive jealousy. Which I know I have no right to feel.
Except…I fucking do.
“True, but let me get this straight.” My hands brace either side of the sink, boxing her in. “You kissed me like you were drowning, and I was the only breath left. And now you’re on ahunt?”
Those pretty eyes of hers flick away. Guilty.
My mouth leans in to her ear. “The idea ofanyoneelse putting their hands on you makes me want to commit an actual felony, Rorie.”
Her head twists to face me. That twisty jasmine perfume winds its way into my bloodstream. It’s a scent I’d follow into war.
“You think just because we kissed I’m yours now?” Her voice is tight and trembling but there’s an edge of fear threading through it.
She wants me to say yes.
My tongue darts out over my bottom lip, and my teeth drag across it. “That kiss scared you, didn’t it.”
“Please, it meant nothing.”
I’m staring at her lips. “It meant too much.”
“You flatter yourself.”
“Kind of like how you bullshit yourself?”
Her chin tips up in that sharp, defiant tilt that drives me fucking insane. My cock goes hard so fast it’s painful. Every ounce of stubborn fire in her just begs to be tamed.
I want to grab her by that perfect jaw, shove my dick between those pouty lips, and fuck her mouth until she’s choking on it. Until every last shred of that beautiful resistance is broken under my hands and mine to own.
“You don’t wantsomeoneelse, Rorie.”
“No?”
She’s baiting me. Testing how far I’ll go. How serious I am.
And right now, I’m pretty fucking serious.
“No,” I say, firm.
“You think you’re qualified for the position, huh?”
My eyes roam over the mouthwatering curve of her breasts, barely contained by that sinful neckline. Perfect. Full. Designed to ruin a man’s sanity.
