He doesn’t say anything, just takes up all the oxygen in the room and out of my lungs, standing there all angry and beautiful.
I want to draw him.
“What is it with you?” I ask, genuinely curious. “Why do I get under your skin enough that you ruin my plans?”
“You’re not under my skin.”
“Following me over here says otherwise.”
“You let me in.”
No, I didn’t… Technically. Well, I didn’t stop him.
We both go quiet, staring at each other. My chest heaves in a failed attempt to hide the rapid beat of my heart. I don’t like him, he held a gun to my chest, he’s rude and obnoxious, he thinks he can speak to people any way he wants. Why the hell would I want him anywhere near me?
“I don’t like you.”
“Good to know,” he says, staring me down.
“You ruined my plans.”
“You’ll get over it.”
“I wanted to get fucked.”
That shutshimup, only the flare of his nostrils and a slight move in his shoulders tells me how that affected him.
He gathers himself and narrows his eyes. “Don’t think I’ll be stepping into his place.”
“I wasn’t going to ask you to,” I snap back, heat flooding my chest and creeping up my neck. Isowas tempted to ask him.
How desperate am I? The moment is lost now. As usual in my interactions with this dick, everything goes to shit.
“Why did you want to get fucked?”
My throat closes and I almost choke. All my game and bravado have fled the building. “Why does anyone want to get fucked?” I arch a brow.
He smirks. He thinks he’s clever trying to get me riled up. Well, two can play that game. If he’s driven my prospect away, I’m going to take matters into my own hands, literally. He followed me in here, he can deal withit.
Moving backward, I lean against the wall. He watches me, his eyes never leaving mine, even as the drag of my zipper echoes around the room. He fights lowering his gaze as I push my hand inside my jeans and under the waistband of my panties.
What am I doing? This is insane, but the challenge in his eyes makes me press my fingertips on my clit, and that one touch is like a live wire sparking. Not just because of my fingers rolling over it, but the way he is watching me.
The hunger but restraint on his face, the tendons in his neck flexing and tightening. It makes me feel powerful. He thinks he has control over those men in his club, but he has no power here.
Of course, he could walk away, and then I’ll feel dumb, but I don’t let those thoughts intrude, instead, I press a finger inside and let out a whimper. I’m so wet, if my jeans and panties were gone, it would be running down my leg.
“Really?”
“If this is the only way to get what I need,” I say, licking my lips.
Rebel shakes his head and takes a step away, as if he’s about to leave. Fuck him, I tip my head back and close my eyes, moving my fingers faster. I can smell his aftershave, hear the rustle of leather as he moves.
This silence is different, he hasn’t left, he’s paused. I resist the urge to peek my eyes open and check.
His hand slams the wall beside my head, making me jump. The heat of his body and his scent surround me. I don’t stop, and I don’t open my eyes. Not even when his warm breath caresses the side of my face, and the low rumble of his voice fills my ear.
“Move your hand, little villain.”
