“Yes, we are. Westcott’s job is to be invisible. He knew the second we started talking to leave. And Zeke and Langston got the message loud and clear to not come into the house.”
“Did you text them?”
“No, when I marked you as my territory outside.”
“I’m am not an object!”
“Doesn’t matter. You’re mine.”
I see the look change in her eyes. From relaxed to hate. And I’m not mad about it at all. Because the lust is still there.
“I hate you.”
“I hate you more.”
She dives her teeth into my bottom lip until I’m sure she’s drawn blood. Fucking incredible woman.
No one stands up to me. Ever. And if they do, they usually end up dead. But with Kai, I want more. I both love it and hate it when she defies me. I crave it as much as I crave her pussy.
“Strip,” I command.
She laughs. “Not going to happen.”
I cock my head and smile. My eyes already imaging her without her clothes on. “Tired of strutting around the place naked?” I ask, even though I know it’s not about that. She isn’t afraid to show her body. She just doesn’t like giving up control to me.
“No.”
“Prove it.”
“You can’t goad me.”
I kiss her neck again, and a soft moan escapes her lips.
She claws at my neck, and I know I’ve won, but she won’t go down gently.
I grab the hem of her shirt pushing it upward, needing it off her body.
Her eyes dance, and then she grabs my shirt by the neck and rips until it is in two pieces.
“If you wanted me to strip, you just had to ask, baby.”
“Don’t call me baby.”
I jerk her shirt off her head, before she protests again.
“Shorts off, now, baby.”
She glares.
“Fine, I’ll do it,” I say at her silent protest.
I pull her shorts down, hoist her ass up on the counter, and then kneel in front of her.
“What are you doing?”
“Eating you out.”
“But I’m sweaty and—fuck.”