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“Whoa,” he gasped, sounding confused. “What?”
He pulled back, and his eyes grew wide when I repeated, “We’re going to have sex… like now.”
“Right now?”
“Yep.”
I reached down and took his hand in mine, then gave him a tug, guiding him out of the bar. I smiled reassuringly at Chrissy, but we’d only taken a few steps when Coop announced, “I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“It’s not a big deal.”
“Um, actually, it is.”
“It’s nothing.”
“Doesn’t feel like nothing.”
“Just come on.”
I got the feeling that we weren’t the only ones charging down the hallway, but I refused to look back. If I did, I would’ve lost my nerve, and all of this would’ve been for nothing. Coop stumbled behind me as he said again, “I really don’t think that this is a good idea, Em.”
“I’ve already heard that.”
“I’m serious. Knox will kill me.”
“Don’t worry about him.”
We were almost to his bedroom when I felt Coop’s hand slip free from mine. I immediately stopped and found Ravage standing between us. His eyes were so dark, so angry, that they stole the words right out of my mouth. They remained locked on mine as he growled, “Go back to the bar, Coop.”
“Stay where you are, Coop.”
“Go,” Ravage barked. “Now.”
Coop looked at me, and before I could say anything, Ravage took me by the bicep and led me across the hall. Once we were at his door, he opened it and pulled me inside, slamming it closed behind us. I looked up at him, and my heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“I’m looking at what’s wrong with me.”
He turned the lock, and the click sounded ridiculously loud in the silence. I took a step back, hoping to put some distance between us, but he yanked me right back. We stood there, face to face, and I saw something in his eyes that I’d never seen before.
Something raw, something furious, and it made my stomach twist into a knot. It took me a moment, but eventually I found my words again. “Just leave it alone.”
“That’s not happening, Em… Not until I know what the hell is going on with you.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It matters to me.”
For several seconds, he said nothing. He just stood there with this strange look in his eyes, and after inhaling a deep breath, he took a step forward. “Don’t.”
“I’m not letting this go, Em… I want to know.” The knot in his throat moved when he swallowed. “Why are you so damn determined to fuck a brother?”
The room suddenly felt incredibly small. Probably because most of it was taken up by Ravage and his massive chest. I’d never understood how women in movies could stand so close to a man, especially a smoking hot man, and manage to carry on a coherent conversation.
Then again, they weren’t standing six inches away from Ravage. I lowered my head as I admitted, “I’m tired of waiting.”
“For what?”
“Everything.” I threw my hands up in the air and stepped to the foot of the bed. “It’s pathetic. I’m twenty-seven years old, and I’ve never had sex with a guy before… I’ve come close. I mean, really close, but it ended before we ever got anywhere. I’m sure that was because of me, because I didn’t know what the hell I was doing.”
