“It’s just a shame it’s attached to you.” I didn’t even know why I was being so antagonistic. Maybe because men like Havoc needed to be brought down a peg or two. Perhaps because I found him and his ego unbelievably hot, and that was worrying all by itself. Either way, it didn’t matter. I could look. Hell he was very easy on the eyes, but I didn’t have to stroke his ego and play nice.
He laughed, not offended at all. He didn’t seem to get offended by much of what I said at all. I would just have to try harder.
“Shower?”
I blinked down at him in surprise. A shower was exactly what I needed. “Yes, please.”
“Great, let me grab my shit, and I’ll….”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m coming in with you; we are a couple, remember? Don’t look so freaked out, woman.” He shook his head. “I’m not into chicks who don’t want it. The shower is just the easiest place for us to talk without being overheard.” He winked. “Plus, I really need to see you wet.”
A sharp knock on the door interrupted me before I could even think about a scathing retort, and for a second, we stared at each other, both of us standing by the side of the bed like we didn’t know what to do.
“On the bed,” he hissed. “And lose the shirt.”
What did he mean ‘lose the shirt’? Did he really expect me to strip off the T-shirt I had been sleeping in?
Not that he gave me any chance to argue. I tumbled back onto the mattress with a squeak as he settled himself between my thighs. One calloused hand wrapped my leg over his shoulder, and the other delved under the hem of the grey band T-shirt.
“Make it believable.” His breath brushed across my inner thighs, and for a second, I fought the urge to moan.
How long had it been since a man’s head had been between my thighs? Lucas had never been a great fan of oral. Unless, of course, he was the one receiving it.
Havoc moved up my body slightly, placing a kiss on each of my hips. And this time, I didn’t fight the moan that erupted from me.
It felt good to be kissed. To be worshipped. Even if it was all make-believe, my body reacted like it was real.
The knock sounded again, and Havoc made a grumbled sound deep in his throat. Like a growl. “What?”
”Shit.” The man’s voice broke into a chuckle as the door bounced open. “Didn’t mean to interrupt …” Another laugh and then silence.
Was he watching us from the doorway? Like some voyeur?
I had expected Havoc to climb off of me. To maybe cover my body from view either with his own or with the quilt. But he did neither.
He just lazily kissed from one hip to another, right along the hemline of my panties. As I fought back the urge to whimper and moan.
“What do you want?” His grip on my thigh tightened.
“I…” Another wicked laugh. “Fang wants to see you downstairs. But I feel bad for making you leave your woman so unsatisfied.” The floorboard squeaked, and my eyes flew open as Havoc’s head moved. He rubbed his bristly chin against my thigh.
“I can always take over until you get back.”
The rubbing stopped as abruptly as it had started.
“You what?”
“I said….”
Havoc didn’t let him finish. He was off the bed so quickly that I almost fell off. His hand curled around the other man’s throat, pinning him to the wall.
“I heard what you said, asshole.” His hands tightened until his knuckles turned white. And I could do nothing but stare at them as they squeezed the life out of the man who was spluttering for breath just a few metres away.
“Don’t…” he spat each word, spittle flying. “Ever fucking assume I would ever let you touch her. In fact.” His hands tightened even more. “Don’t even look at her.”
I opened my mouth to tell him to stop and closed it again with a snap as he glared at me.
