Catriona Caitlin Frasier.
I didn’t kick down the bathroom door because that door belonged to Martinez and despite the many snafus and breaches in protocol, we’d be parting as allies.
Plus, I doubted Eva would appreciate me damaging her guest suite. I couldn’t fill Kitty with my children if Eva had me strung up by my intestines.
But if Kitty pulled that stunt again when we were in one ofHunter’s hotels, I’d kick that motherfucking door down in a heartbeat.
Not to scare her, but I knew that had been a goddamn taunt.
My angel played dirty.
As anger and lust and need coalesced inside me, I realized that for the first time in too long, I was wide awake. Fully aware. Not coasting. Not existing.
This was living.
She brought me to fucking life.
By the time she’d finished and stomped out like she’d stomped in, only this time dressed in a pair of slacks that were above her pay grade and defined her ass in a way that made me want to take note of the designer, paired with a soft silken camisole that exposed her lack of a bra, I’d yet to recover from what that brief flash had done to me.
“Are you high on ice or something?” she demanded while shrugging into a thin jersey cardigan in a honey-gold color that augmented the blonde in her hair.
The words triggered me.
She shrieked with how quickly I shepherded her into the nearest wall. But for as much as I shocked her, she didn’t back down.
Her chin, that pugnacious, stubborn, belligerent, beautiful chin, angled higher and higher with every step I forced her to retreat.
When not even an inch separated us, when I loomed over her, when the height difference rammed itself home to both of us, I growled, “Don’t tease me, little girl.”
Her throat bobbed as I settled my forearms against the wall, but her tone was a declaration of war in and of itself: “I don’t tease.”
“What just happened then?”
“Control.” Her eyes narrowed. “Youare trying to controlme. I returned the favor.”
She sassed me with a toss of her hair over her shoulder. The bulk of which caught on my shirt because of our proximity.
The air itself turned against me. It scented like her. Sweet and pure and fire and?—
“The next time you pull a stunt like that, I’ll?—”
“What?” she burst out. “You’ll take what I freely offered last night?”
“You’re still mad about that?!” I bit off, straightening so fast she knocked her head into the wall in response.
Frowning, I shoved my hand between her and it then cupped the back of her skull, fingers inadvertently tangling in the silk of her hair.
God, I couldn’t wait to fist it as I fucked her mouth.
“Of course I’m mad. But maybe I should be thanking you. You’re obviously lying to me. I don’t fuck men who lie to me.”
“You won’t fuck anyone else after you fuck me.”
“That sounds like a promise you can’t keep.”
“Says who?”
“Says me.”
