Page 21 of Slow Burn

She rolled her eyes. “I drove here, but I want to meet Sofie and have a drink, so I need to get a ride to the bar.”

“Nope.” Elijah reached over and snatched the phone from her. He tucked her cell carefully into his back pocket. That was when the stare down started, and if Georgia thought he was changing his mind, she was sadly mistaken.

“What do you mean, nope?”

“Exactly what it sounded like.”

“You can’t tell me what to do.”

“Looks like I just did.”

“You’re an asshole,” Georgia barked, crossing her arms with her nose in the air.

She was pissed.

Good.

So was he.

He opened another beer and took a sip. At this rate, he would definitely need to sleep in a guest room. “I’m well aware. Glad you got the memo.”

“Well, if you’re going to hold me hostage, then you better entertain me. Unless you’re not equipped to do that.” Georgia lifted an eyebrow as if Elijah wasn’t able to keep her attention.

Which was bullshit.

Just a few weeks ago, he could have fucked her at the fire station. She was damn well entertained then.

Elijah put his drink back on the table and moved closer to Georgia. She bit her lip, and fuck if it didn’t remind him of how soft her mouth was. He slid his hand up her arm, slowly chasing the goose bumps across her collarbone. Georgia licked the spot where her teeth left indentations on her lips, making him out of control with need.

Elijah’s hand went around her throat, and he husked, “Do you think I can’t entertain you?”

Her pulse raced underneath his touch. “That’s still up in the air,” Georgia murmured.

“You don’t want to play this game,” he warned, tightening his grip around her neck.

“I’m not scared of you,” his vixen sassed back. It was like her goal for the night was to drive him crazy until he snapped and gave in. Unfortunately, it was working.

He leaned closer. His mouth hovered by her ear, his hand still squeezing her throat. “You should be.”

Elijah kissed the patch of available skin on her neck, right below his thumb. She softly moaned, and fuck, his cock got hard just from the damn noises she made. He was pissed about how he was spiraling over her. His tongue licked the skin he kissed, right before his teeth nipped it.

The front door opened, breaking them apart.

“We stopped at the liquor store for some vodka,” Anna said with the bottle held high in the air as she walked past them to get to the kitchen. “Roman, where are your shot glasses?”

Roman followed her, and Elijah watched Georgia try to catch her breath.

“You won’t win this game,” he reminded her before she shot off the couch to join their friends in the kitchen.

He groaned, sinking back into the couch.

The thing was he wasn’t sure either of them would survive this game if they ever tried to play.

GEORGIA NUDGED HER head to the side while she fake coughed, frantically trying to get Anna’s attention. But her friend was oblivious. Ugh, what was she supposed to do?

She and her friends decided she would wear her most risquè outfit, doll herself up, and drive Elijah to the breaking point. Instead, he barely acknowledged her. When he did, it was only to turn her on and make her needy as hell, and then promptly tell her to be afraid of him.

Which was more of a turn-on, not a turn-off.