Page 63 of Property of Tex


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We were both breathing hard now, the tension between us crackling like electric currents. And I knew if I were to reach out I’d get an electric shock just from touching her.

“I thought you were different,” she said bitterly.

“I am,” I growled, not knowing if that was true or not.

“Yeah, well you could’ve fooled me.”

“You’re being impossible, Rowan.” I glared at her.

“And you’re being an asshole!” she said, glaring right back. Defiance shone in her eyes and damn it if it only made me want to kiss her even more.

To throw her down on my bed and worship every inch of her beautiful body with my tongue and my teeth. Every time she opened her mouth and snapped at me, I grew angrier and more frustrated, my dick growing harder and pressing against the front of my jeans like she was offering up a blow job and not going to war with her words.

Behind us, boots pounded across the gravel.

“Tex!” Moose’s voice cut through the night.

I turned halfway toward him. “What?—”

“GET DOWN!”

Everything happened at once.

Headlights suddenly flooded the parking lot as a dark sedan screeched to a stop near the edge of the gravel and the passenger window rolled down.

And Moose shouted again. “DOWN!”