She punctuated the words by stomping right up to the big numbskull.The rumble of heavy bass on the jukebox boomed through the floorboards, and the clank of dishes rang like bells for a boxing match.The tiny twelve-by-twelve-feet room was overheated and way too small for the two of them to be in this mood.
Roxie didn’t care.Her eyes narrowed, and she tilted her head back to watch him as she deliberately poked him in the chest.She didn’t want to, but she noticed the difference between him and the rich boy with even that light touch.Her ex was taller, hotter, darker, and… oh yeah, harder.This close to him, her senses sang.Her mouth watered for the taste of his kisses, and the musky scent of his aftershave was mixed with sweat and the distinct cast of motor oil.
Her knees wobbled.Damn it, he’d been working on someone’s car.
There was something so sexy picturing him bent over an engine, that fine ass just waiting for a squeeze.
She shook her head abruptly, lifting her chin.“Why do you care anyway?”
Because she distinctly remembered him pulling away when she’d tried to squeeze his tight ass earlier today.
His lips flattened.“I just do.”
She got right in his face.“So you don’t want me, but nobody else can have me either?”
With him hovering over her, she knew she didn’t intimidate him, but she could get under his skin.She knew she’d burrowed deep when his big hands clapped over her waist.
He bent down until his nose nearly brushed against hers.“I never said I didn’t want you.”
“You didn’t have to say it.”As sharp as her words were, she tried not to let the hurt show.Today had been the first time he’d ever pulled away from her.
Was that how he felt when she did it?
The gnawing pain in her chest was uncomfortable, and her fingers curled into her palms.At least she wasn’t a tease.She always pulled away after they had sex, not before.
Resentment clawed at her throat.No doubt his way was “probably for the best.”
She jerked back from him, but those muscles in his arms weren’t just for show.He pulled her back to him so fast, their thighs crashed and her breasts flattened against his chest.It made her more self-aware than when she’d been purposefully flaunting her curves to the cops.
Her soft expulsion of air mixed with his hot breaths, and her head tilted back further when he fisted his hand in her hair.
“The problem is,” he growled low and rough, “I want you too much.”
In one smooth motion, he turned and pinned her against the door.His weight pressed against her, holding her in place as his head dropped.The kiss he gave her was filled with so much intensity, Roxie’s head spun.Anger, need, frustration, resentment… Emotion bounced around the room like a ping-pong ball until she didn’t know from where it emanated.
His mouth was hot as he ate at hers, his tongue pressing deep.She met him, heat with heat.She wasn’t some sweet innocent he could dominate.
He wanted to sex it out?
She could do that.
Sliding both hands down to his jeans, she gave his butt a hungry squeeze.His hips bucked forward, and she felt his erection.
“You want to play with fire?”he asked.
“You’re the one who’ll get burned, Billy Cannon.”
“Don’t I know it,” he growled.Still, he caught her by the hips and hefted her higher.It lifted her feet off the ground, and her thighs tightened deliciously at the feel of his masculine power.Tired of dangling against the door, she wrapped her legs around his waist.
He was bigger than her and stronger, but she knew he’d never hurt her.That didn’t mean she didn’t like to wrestle with him.
And he’d riled her up enough today to deserve whatever he got.
“You can’t come in here and act all possessive.”She wasn’t a fool.She knew half of her clientele were in lust with her.
His mouth was on her neck.“Don’t ask me to stand by while some asshole berates you.”
When his tongue touched that soft spot beneath her ear, she shivered.Okay, that seemed reasonable.
