Good.
“That’s what you have to say?” she snaps, her brown eyes turning to molten gold as she turns that rage to me. Over her head, I see Asher visibly cringe at my words.
“I mean, I had it handled, but you stepping in like that,” I say quickly, both turned on and a little scared of what she’s going to do. “God,cariño, it was so fucking sexy,” my voice drops a little more as I step closer so only she can hear my words. “Seeing you break her nose and call me your man all in the same breath?Fuck, I’m going to be thinking of that over and over.”
Her eyes darken to match mine, and I smile becauseI know she gets it.I know she’s feeling it too.
Her adrenaline is starting to wane, but in its place iswant.
She wants me just as badly as I want her.
Do I keep pushing her to see exactly what she wants? My dick bobs at the thought.
Fucking jeans. Never again. Not when Roxie’s around. She’s like it’s fucking magnet. It wants hernow. Not that I can blame the guy. He’s been jonesing for her for so long.
I try to shift my leg so the bulge isn’tquiteso visible, but her eyes turn from angry to flustered in less than a second and I know she can feel the tension building between us. Her annoyance bleeding into need.
“I won’t let someone talk about you like that,” she whispers. Her words sealing between us like a vow. She stands straighter, warring with herself to not show exactly how much this affected her, and I promise to myself right fucking there that nothing willhappen to this girl. She’s mine and if what she just said means what I think it does, we’re going to protect each other.
For the rest of fucking time.
I step closer into her space and I watch with rapt attention as she clocks each movement I make. Bringing my hand up-slowly this time-I brush a lock of hair behind her ear, trying to be gentle with the injuries and her pupils blow wide.
“Thank you,cariño,” I whisper softly, holding her face gently.
Our eyes linger on each other, but the moment I see hers dip to my lips, I pounce.
I take her lips in another kiss that feels like I’ve been starved. For her. We kissed in the backroom and fuck, it was everything I’ve ever imagined, but this one? This kiss is everything I’ve ever fantasized about late at night when my hand was wrapped around my cock.
Her hands wrap around the back of my neck and she pulls me down to her level. I wrap my hands around her waist, my arms banding around her so I don’t hurt her bruising. Everything around us fades away and there’s only her. Only Roxie.
I’m painfully, achingly aware that she’s been hurt and she doesn’t fully trust me yet. I’m more than content to stay here; to let her lead me, drag me, pull me wherever she wants, at her own pace. I want everything and anything she wants.
But this desperate kiss she’s giving me is making it hard to hold back. Her tongue sweeps into my mouth and I groan, bending over so her back bends slightly. But I’m right there, holding her tightly against me so she doesn’t have to hold herself up. My hand slips from her waist to her upper back, keeping her there while trying to envelop her as much as I can.
I feel Roxie push me upright, and before I know what’s happening, she’s jumping and I catch her easily. My handsgrabbing her thighs, and holding her up in the air so her face is over mine and I get to chase her lips even more.
“Ty,” she whispers as she pulls back for a breath and I growl into her neck. My lips aren’t ready to leave her body yet.
“Don’t make me get the fucking spray bottle out! Come on, guys!” Asher’s grossed out expression cuts through our little bubble and we pull back.
Okay, let me rephrase.
Shepulls back and I keep my face nestled into her neck, breathing her in. She tries to slide down me, but my grip on her tightens.
“Not yet,” I say softly. The words brushing against her neck.
“Bro,” Asher calls out, “Just go home before you scar me for life.”
“You’re seriously telling me that you wouldn’t want to watch?” Roxie scoffs. “I’m sexy as fuck and so is Ty. It’d be a damn treat for you. But don’t worry,” she says strongly, threading her fingers through my short hair, scraping my scalp lightly with her nails. “I don’t share.”
I growl to cover up a groan before looking over her shoulder at Asher and the client he’s working on that’s a little too interested in Roxie’s ass as I hold her in my arms.
“Neither do I.” My words have the desired effect because the client turns his head towards Asher but not before I see him turn red.
“Go! I’ll say no walk-ins today. Just… leave before I see more than I should.” Asher shudders and points aggressively to the door.
He doesn't need to tell me twice.
