Page 82 of Unsuitable

“Okay. Well, I’ve got work to do, so…” I pivot on my heel and make for the door.

“Actually…”

His low tone stops me in my tracks, and I slowly turn to face him.

He pushes off the counter and walks forward, stopping by the island. The look in his eyes makes my heart bang against my rib cage. He leans his hip against the island and folds his arms over his chest. I ignore how good his arms look while stretched over that magnificent chest of his.

Magnificent chest. Have you heard me?

You dislike him, remember, Daisy?

“I changed my mind,” he says. “There is something you can do for me.”

I frown. “What is it?”

“You can accept my fucking apology.”

I laugh.

I actually laugh.

His brows angrily crash together.

Still laughing, I say, “You really need to work on your apologies, Mr. Matis.”

That makes his frown deeper.

Tired of this conversation and him, I turn and start to leave, but he stops me—this time, with a hand on my wrist.

Surprised that he got across the kitchen that quickly, I spin back and find myself staring up into his livid black eyes.

“What are you doing?” I fire at him.

But it’s like he didn’t hear me. “What the fuck do you want from me?” he says low and seething.

Taken aback by his words, I say, “Nothing. I don’t want anything from you.” Then, just like the snap of fingers, I change my mind. “Actually, I do want something from you. I want you to stop yelling at me!” It’s funny I say that because I’m yelling at him right now. “I want you to stop being a wanker to me! I want you to stop running hot and cold with your moods! I want you to treat me like a human being—all the time and not just some of the time! I want—”

I don’t get to finish that sentence. My words are cut off by his mouth.

Because the bastard kisses me.

He actually plants his lips on mine and kisses me.

Twenty

He’s kissing me.

Holy shit. Kas is kissing me.

He’s kissing me!

It takes a fifth of a second for that shock to wear off. Then, the feel of his lips against mine registers, and all bets are off.

My free hand finds its way to his chest, fingers curling into his shirt. I part my lips on a soft moan. He takes advantage of that and slips his tongue into my mouth, kissing me deeper. And I give back as good as I get.

Kas backs me up to the wall, his mouth still firmly on mine.

His hand is gripping my wrist. He pins my arm to the wall and then pins the lower half of his body with mine, trapping me. Not that I’m looking to get away anytime soon. Or ever.