No one.
“You think I’m a hypocrite?”
Dani snickered. “If that’s the only thing you’ve latched on to, then we might need to go through this one more time.”
I pointed in her face. “Woman, I swear to God--”
She smacked my hand away. “Don’t you dare chastise me like my parents. Or like my roommate. You're neither. You're supposed to be better than them. Be better than them, Max. Don’t be the damn hypocrite you became tonight.”
I gripped her shoulders. “I swear to fucking hell, Dani, if you so much as touch me in anger like that again--”
“You’ll what, Max?”
She shoved my hands off her shoulders and took a step back from me. I searched her eyes, watching them twinkle in the night with fiery rage behind them. I’d never seen that look on her face before. The determination. The anger. The hostility. The brazenness.
It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my fucking life.
“Come here,” I growled.
I fisted her arm and drew her into me. My lips crashed down against hers as the hairs on the nape of my neck stood on end. Her hands shoved at my chest and beat against my shoulders. But soon, they slid around my neck, clinging to me as I wrapped my arms around her and picked her up off her feet. My tongue invaded her mouth while I walked her over to the porch.
John and Rupert chuckled at me.
“I think that’s our cue,” my brother said.
Rupert snickered. “Hungry? I want some wings after tonight.”
“Fine. But we’re taking my car.”
“You can follow me on my bike. I’m getting the hell out of this nastiness about to take place.”
My brother chuckled. “Mind if I crash at your place?”
“You know you’re always welcome.”
It was the last of their conversation I heard before I closed the damn front door on them with Dani’s back.
“Oh, Max.”
I grunted as I kissed down her neck. I sucked patches of skin between my teeth and marked her as she whimpered for me. Our clothes came off in a flurry. We left a trail of them from the front door all the way into the kitchen. I gripped her hair, pulling her head back as I raked my teeth down her neck. And as I sat her naked body on the kitchen counter, I forced myself to take a step back, marveling at the beauty of the one woman brave enough to hold her ground with my anger.
17
Dani
When Max stood in front of me, I let my eyes linger on his body. I grinned at the chiseled nature of his muscles. I marveled at the colors swirling around his tattoos. His chest and the tops of his arms were covered in them. He walked over to the fridge, pulled the door open, and reached for something, his eyes studying my naked form.
When he pulled out the strawberry syrup, I giggled. “Where do you think you’re putting that?”
He quirked an eyebrow. “Wherever the hell I want.”
The pop of the cap made me jump. The fridge fell shut as he walked back over to me. He spread my legs and squeezed the bottle. I gasped as the sticky syrup hit my breasts. It dripped down my stomach and slid between my legs, and I felt Max’s eyes following its path.
Once I was covered how he wished, he sat the bottle off to the side.
“Time for dessert,” he murmured.
His lips went to my nipple and he sucked it between his teeth. I groaned as my legs spread further, and the syrup trickled against my lower lips. He lapped it up, kissing my body and marking me as his own. Cleaned me of the sticky mess as he sank lower against my body. My core heated. My pussy was wet for him. My entire body pulsed for one thing, and one thing only.