He flashed her a wicked, golden-eyed glare over his shoulder. Slowly, he reached for the nob on the stove and turned the heat off, then turned for her, canted her head and devoured her with a narrow-eyed glare. And suddenly, Cam moved so fast, she gasped. He caught her and dragged her to him, nipped at her throat and settled his lips by her ear as he said, “I know how to make you shut the fuck up.”
He dragged his fingertips up between her legs, and she uttered a little moan, and rolled her eyes closed.
Not fair. He didn’t play fair. She was trying to build her walls up again, and he was stealing the bricks she was using to maintain distance between them.
He teased her lips with his as he unfastened the button on her jeans. Moira lost her mind and slid her arms over his shoulders, then tried to kiss him, but he eased back every inch she advanced. A flash of anger took her at the teasing, and she shoved him in the chest. He only moved slightly and then spun her around and yanked her jeans down her thighs. Moira kicked out of them and adjusted to the weight of him against her back and locked her arms on the kitchen island. He grabbed her hair in the back and eased her head back as he ground against her ass. “You want to revisit that conversation? I want a better answer from you. Are you going to enjoy our time together, or are you going to strip me down?”
“I’ll do whatever I want,” she said through a devilish grin.
“Oh yeah?” He pushed his boxer briefs down and bent her over farther, then teased her entrance with his cock. “Try again.”
“I’ll do whatever—”
“Save that attitude for the outside world,” he gritted out. “Go insult everyone out there.” He jammed a finger at the door. “Don’t use that shit on me.”
“Why not?” she uttered, pushing back against his stone hard erection. “I get what I want this way.”
“That’s what this is?” he gritted out. He eased away from her. “Bad kitty. No rewards for ruining lunches.”
To her eternal frustration, he released her hair and her waist and the weight of him disappeared off her back completely.
Her body was so revved up right now, disappointment washed through her at the absence of his warmth.
Her body was humming with electricity as she turned slowly. Her mind was foggy. What had she been fighting him over again?
“I’m…” She searched for intelligent words, but her mind was so foggy from his touch. She felt drunk. “I’m…”
“Say it,” he demanded in a steely voice, stepping back, back, back until he was leaning against the pantry door.
She inhaled deeply, and closed her eyes. “I’m sorry.”
When she opened her eyes again, he looked half-animal. His arms were crossed over his chest, and his gold eyes reflected oddly in the kitchen lighting. His boxer briefs were in a pile on the floor, and his cock was still swollen and hard as a rock. Dominance filled the room with a heaviness that she bet even humans could feel.
“Come here,” he murmured.
And damn her legs, they minded him. They would’ve trotted her over to him if she wouldn’t have tried to control it. Thankfully, so she could keep a shred of dignity, she kept her pace slow and steady.
She squared up to him and said it again. “I’m sorry. I get angry.”
“You get angry when you’re scared.”
Moira frowned. “Wh-what?”
“When you get rattled, you throw a grenade at whatever is rattling you.”
Ooooh, he was very very clever. Dangerous man.
She shrugged, unable to come up with anything good to respond with.
He uncrossed his arms and lifted his big strong hand. His touched gentled as he dragged his fingertip down her cheek. “You did good. Good kitty. You want me to fuck you?”
She nodded helplessly. Yes, she really really wanted that. It made her head go quiet, and made her feel close to him, and that felt important. She wouldn’t admit that part out loud, but she really liked being close to him.
A slow, devilish smile took his masculine lips, and his hand went to her throat again. His grip there was gentle as he pulled her closer and kissed her. God, she loved how dominant he was. She loved that she could go quiet and trust him to lead them through an adventure that would feel so good on her body, her heart, and most importantly, her mind.
“How do you want it?” he asked against her ear, then drew her sensitive earlobe into his mouth to bite it gently.
“Like you were going to do it just now.”
