“You heard me.” His eyes drop to my mouth, then lower. “I can make that busy head of yours go quiet. Make you feel nothing but what I'm doing to you.”
“Cavin—”
“That's the first time you've said my name without spitting it.” He reaches out, his fingers grazing my jaw. “Say it again.”
I shouldn't. This is ridiculous. But my body's already leaning into his touch. “No.”
His thumb traces my bottom lip. “Your mouth says no, but everything else is screaming yes. I can see your pulse racing right here”—he touches my throat—“and feel how hot your skin is.”
“You're so full of yourself?—”
“And you're so wound up you're about to snap.” His hand slides into my hair, gripping firmly enough to make me gasp.
“I hate you,” I whisper, but it sounds weak, even to my ears.
“Grand. I wonder if you’d hate me while you came on my fingers.”
Oh god.
A dull but insistent vibration comes from his pocket. With a curse, he yanks his phone out and glances at the screen. He curses, low and furious.
The moment shatters.
He drags a hand through his hair, jaw tight with frustration, and looks at the clock on the wall and curses again.
“I’ve got something I have to do,” he says. “I have to go.”
I blink at him, still trying to catch my breath. “What?”
“Go home, Erin.” He’s already moving toward the door. “We’ll talk about this and the punishment I owe you later.”
“You don’t owe?—”
“I do. You came here without permission, and anybody who comes inhere unwelcome gets punished. That’s the rule. Ask anyone who works here.”
“You can’t just?—”
He stops and turns back, and in two strides, he’s in front of me again, his hand cupping my face. “Later,” he says firmly. He’s so close I wonder if he’ll kiss me. His gaze lingers on my lips and he swallows hard.
I draw in another breath when his thumb brushes my bottom lip. “You listen to me, lass. Are you listening, Erin?”
I nod.
“Don’t youevercome here again without me. I’m having you sent home.”
He doesn’t wait for an answer but turns and marches away.
He leaves me aching, my heart racing, and my body trembling, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
Chapter Fourteen
Cavin
“Y’alright, brother?”My cousin Donovan eyes me curiously.
I shake my head. “Need to get the fuck out of here.”
“Right, then. I’ll notify the front,” he says with a chin lift.
