I don’t have a decent answer to that. “What was wrong with it?”
“Bad battery.”
“How much do I owe you?”
“You don’t.”
“I’m paying you back.”
“No, you’re not,” he says.
He’s barely moved since we started arguing. His level of calm is kind of disarming. I open my mouth to say something else, but he continues.
“If you want to keep bickering, that’s fine, but can you get your perfect ass in here? It’s cold as fuck, and I’m not really wearing much.”
Yeah… I noticed.
He smirks as my eyes track over all the skin he has exposed.
“You’re the one that brought it up,” I grumble, stepping past him and into the house.
“Mmhmm,” he hums.
“Don’t mmhmm me,” I say, trying to stay firm, but I really don’t know what I’m angry about anymore. It’s just really easy to bicker with this man.
He riles me up in all the best ways. If I’m being honest, it’s kind of turning me on.
Not kind of…I’m absolutely turned on.
He leans his shoulder against the closed door, like he doesn’t have a care in the world. “Where’s your coat?”
I let out a loud, frustrated breath. “Why is everyone always so worried about me wearing a coat?”
His eyebrows narrow. “Because you live in the mountains and it’s cold.”
I stare back at him with the same intensity he’s giving me. The tension seems to build around us, making the air feel almost muggy.
It’s hard to drag in a breath without feeling the connection between us weighing down my lungs.
One second, we’re standing in a face-off, neither of us willing to give an inch. The next, our bodies are crashing together. His hands are in my hair, hungrily pulling my mouth to his.
The kiss is anything but gentle. It’s fierce and intoxicating. He groans against my mouth, and all coherent thought flies out the window.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Linc
I wantto devour her whole. She feels too fucking good in my arms. I have wanted little else besides this for the last month.
Being her friend is great and all, but I want all of her. I’ve never felt that way with anyone else, but I guess there’s a first time for everything.
We’re a fumbling mess of clawing hands and gasping breaths as we stumble across the room.
She lets out a huff when her ass collides with the back of the couch. The contact seems to partially jolt her out of the lust-induced haze we were both trapped in moments ago.
My hands grip her a little tighter, not wanting her to pull away. I think I’ll fall to my knees and beg her to stay if that’s what she does.
Her eyes dart around the room. “Oliver?”
