Page 33 of A Dangerous Kind of Love

I’m already watching her when she wakes up.

“God, what are you staring at, stalker?” she groans.

That little mouth of hers is going to get her in trouble one of these days. I might have to give it something better to do.

“It’s nice watching that beautiful face of yours when it’s not throwing insults at me,” I say with a smile.

“Fuck you, dude,” she says, shoving me.

I tilt her face toward me.

“Doll,” I murmur into her ear.

Her breath catches instantly. There it is.

I let my breath drift down the curve of her neck before my mouth follows it. My lips ghost along her skin, and the sound that slips out of her is soft and helpless, pulled straight from the back of her throat.

My hand slips under her shirt, palm flattening against her side as my fingers trail upward. She leans into the touch.

“That’s a good girl.”

She shoves me hard enough to rock me backward.

“I hate you.”

She scrambles off the bed and fires a pillow at my face. I catch it against my chest and drop back against the headboard, laughing.

I stand up, and her eyes go straight to my crotch. My cock is standing at full attention.

I raise an eyebrow. “You like what you see?”

She smacks my chest as she storms past me toward the door. “You really are an ass.”

I take three steps and move in front of her.

“What’s wrong?”

Her cheeks are flushed, and even as she lifts her chin, her eyes drop again.

“You’re being unfair,” she says, pouting.

I pull her against me, and I’m immediately aware of her breasts against my chest. My cock twitches in response.

“I told you,” she says quietly. “I can’t have sex with you.”

“Not yet.” I waggle my eyebrows.

She exhales in frustration.

“You’re making it very difficult to say no.”

I breathe out. She’s flushed and trying to look annoyed, but her eyes keep dipping down before she can stop them to right where my cock is pressing against her stomach.

She steps back. “Okay. We need to get out of this house.”

“To where?” I tilt my head at her.

“Take me to breakfast. I’m hungry.”