Page 89 of Property of Push


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“Mmhm.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know.”

I pointed dramatically toward the hallway.“I’m gonna go tell him to knock it off.”I moved to squeeze around Push, but he planted one arm against the doorway immediately, blocking me.Completely effortlessly.

I stopped short against him.“Push.”

“You might wanna rethink that plan.”

“I can take Anchor.”

His eyes dropped briefly to my mouth before coming back up.“Pearl’s got him handled.”

We were standing very close again.Close enough that I could feel the heat coming off him.Close enough that my pulse kicked harder.

His gaze moved slowly down my body and back up again.

A shiver rolled through me instantly, and I whispered his name before I could stop myself.“Push…”

His expression darkened immediately, and then he moved.

One second, I was standing in the doorway; the next, he’d guided me backward into my room and shut the door behind him.

The click sounded loud, and I glanced up at him.

He looked huge in my room.All muscle, tattoos, dark eyes, and control.And somehow every bit of that control felt focused directly on me.

My heart pounded hard enough that I could feel it in my throat.I swallowed.“You gonna revisit what happened on the trail?”I asked softly.

His hands settled on my waist.“Only if you want me to.”

I blinked slowly.“I thought you were a guy who just took what he wanted.”

His eyes held mine steadily.“I am.”

The heat in my stomach deepened instantly.

“But with you,” he continued rougher now, “I want you to want me too.”

Oh boy.That did things to me.Big things.Dangerous things.I looked up at him and finally admitted the truth.“I want you.”

Something flashed across his face then.

Not smugness or victory.Something deeper.Hungrier.

His hands tightened on my waist before he pulled me flush against him.Every inch of him felt solid and hot and overwhelming.

Then he kissed me.

Harder this time with no hesitation.No testing.His mouth claimed mine completely while one hand slid into my hair and the other gripped my hip tight enough to make me gasp.

I moaned softly against his mouth and felt him growl low in his throat at the sound.

God.

The man could kiss.