“What are you doing?” I asked.
I couldn’t read her expression in the dark room, but her body tensed. “Getting dressed.”
I snatched the shirt from her hands and shoved it under my pillow. “No.”
Her stance changed, her hands going to her hips. “Excuse me.”
“I want you naked.”
“Well, you’re shit out of luck then,” she retorted, holding out her hand. “Give me back my shirt.”
My mouth curled into a smile. This was promising to be an interesting night. “No.”
I could feel her eyes moving over me, taking my measure. To my surprise, instead of arguing with me, she turned and walked toward her bag. When she bent to reach inside, I jumped to my feet and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her away.
“Lachlan,” she growled. “What the hell?”
“Why do you want to get dressed?” I asked. “I’ve known you long enough to know that you don’t usually wear clothes to bed.” I nuzzled her neck. “Besides, I’d like to be able to slide inside you if I wake up again later.”
Chloe’s body went rigid against me and her anger was palpable.
“Chloe?” I asked, confused by her reaction. Why was she pissed all of the sudden?
“I’m not sure I want to have sex with you again, Lachlan,” she muttered.
“What? Why?” I didn’t understand. Not only was she angry, she was hurt. There was a hint of it beneath the scent of her ire.
She twisted in my arms until I loosened my grip and she faced me. A small beam of moonlight caught her face and I saw the hurt shimmering in her eyes as well. “You can’t stand to look at me when you fuck me, can you, Lach?”
I frowned down at her. “What in the hell are you talking about?”
She drew in a shaky breath, her voice calmer when she spoke again. “Both times you’ve fucked me, you’ve made sure I’m facing away from you. You barely even kissed me.” Her eyes shuttered, hiding the hurt that I smelled. Her anger was completely gone now, leaving only pain behind. She shook her head. “I shouldn’t have let this happen,” she whispered.
I reached up, brushing her hair back from her face, and cupped her cheeks in my hands. Tipping her head back, I stared down at her. “That’s not how I feel,” I stated. When she opened her mouth, I growled low in my throat. “Will you stop fucking interrupting me all the damn time?”
Her brows snapped together and she glared at me, but she didn’t speak.
Glad to see that her usual feistiness was returning, I continued, “I want to look at you, Chloe. I want to watch your face when you come and taste your pussy and your mouth. I also like to fuck you from behind because I fucking love it. I can touch your body and make you come that way and I can fuck you hard. That’s the only reason. I’m not trying to pretend it isn’t happening.” I studied her face. “And I’m not pretending you’re someone else.”
I knew I’d hit on what was really bothering her when her body tensed infinitesimally. If I hadn’t been watching her so closely, I would have missed it.
I kissed her lightly then, just a brush of my lips against hers.
“I meant what I said, Chloe. I want to knowyou. I want to talk to you. And I want to fuck you.” I smiled a little, hoping my next words would lighten the mood. “And let you kick my ass then chase you through the woods too.”
Her mouth quirked at my statement and the tension in her body leeched away.
“Now, you wore me out and I’d like to go back to sleep. Preferably with you naked.”
The heaviness left the air and she pinched my waist. “Iwore you out? You’re the one who attacked me while I was asleep.”
“You still started it,” I teased, guiding her back toward the bed. “What’s a wolf supposed to do when he wakes up to find a she-wolf’s ass rubbing on his dick?”
Her only reply was to smack me in the head with her pillow.
Chapter Twenty-One
Chloe
