I give her exactly thirty seconds to get wherever she thinks she's going, then I'm on the move. My dick's still hard as steel from her taunting, and every step toward the bedroom makes it ache worse.
She wants to play games? Fine. But she's about to learn what happens when you wind up a man like me and leave him hanging.
I find her in our bedroom, standing by the window like she's admiring the view instead of hiding from what just happened in the kitchen. Her spine is stiff, shoulders tense, but she doesn't turn around when I close the door behind me.
“Enjoying yourself, princess?”
“I don't know what you mean.” But there's a breathlessness to her voice that tells me she knows exactly what'scoming next. And she wants it, too.
“Sure you don't.” I move toward her slowly, like a predator stalking his very devious prey. “You think you can put your hands on me like that and just walk away?”
“I can do whatever I want.”
“Yeah? We're gonna see about that.”
When I reach the window, I don't grab her. I just press my body against her back and let her feel how hard I still am, how much I want her.
“You feel that?” I move her hair away from her ear and dip my head to run my tongue along the shell of her ear. “That's what you did to me. What you always do to me.”
Her breathing hitches, but she still doesn't turn around. “So?”
“So now you get to deal with the consequences.”
My hands settle on her hips, fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp. I can feel the tension in her body, the way she's fighting herself.
“I'm not apologizing for walking away,” she says.
“Good. I don't want an apology.” My mouth finds the spot where her neck meets her shoulder. “I want you to stop pretending you don't want this as much as I do.”
“I never said I didn't want it.”
“No, you just ran away instead of finishing what you started.”
I turn her around slowly, giving her every chance to stop me. But she doesn't. Just looks up at me with those piercing, penetrating eyes that see too fucking much.
“Maybe I wanted to see what you'd do,” she says, her voice dropping to a husky tone.
“And what do you think I'm gonna to do?”
“Probably something that'll make me forget why I should keep my distance from you.”
“Such a fucking smart woman.” I cup her face in my hands. “Too smart for your own good.”
This time when I kiss her, there's no fighting, no games. Just pure need, raw and desperate. She melts into me like she can't help herself, and fuck if that doesn't make me harder.
Her hands fist my shirt, and I can feel her surrender in the way she presses herself against me.
“Bedroom,” I growl against her mouth.
“We're already in the bedroom.”
“Smart ass.”
I lift her into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her to the bed. When I lay her down on the mattress, she immediately starts pulling at my shirt, desperate to get it off.
“Someone's eager,” I say.
“Shut up and take your clothes off.”
