“Crash!”
****
Natalie opened the door and walked into her suite. Mack stalked in behind her, booting the door shut.
She stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door.
He gritted his teeth. She may have the hot Irish temper of a true redhead, but he wasn’t about to let her win this match.
He threw the door to the bathroom open, and it bounced against the wall. He had to fling out his arm to keep it from bouncing back on him. The bathroom was huge, and she stood four feet from him, her arm moving up and down as she violently yanked a brush through her hair again and again.
His eyes swept down over her body. She was wearing a one piece bathing suit, but she still had a great body with a nice firm rack and killer legs.
“You tryin’ to give me heart failure?”
Natalie tossed the brush to the vanity with a clatter. “No, I’m not trying to give you heart failure. Honestly, you are so dramatic.”
“Oh, I’m dramatic? Is that right?”
She flung her arms out. “Looks that way to me.”
“You know how much shit I’m dealing with in the club right now? You think I’ve got time to drop everything and chase you across Nevada?”
He advanced on her, and she took a step back, her tone suddenly changing. “Okay, I can see you’re angry.”
“Angry? Woman, angry doesn’t begin to cover it. Try livid.”
“I don’t see that this is a big deal.”
“Think we had this fight once already.”
“What fight?” Natalie frowned.
“This. You. A girl’s weekend in Vegas. Thought I was pretty clear,” he bit out tightly.
“And I Thought I was, too,” she bit right back.
“I see there’s only one way to deal with you.”
Her hands landed on her hips. “Oh, really? Deal with me? Is that what just came out of your mouth?”
Without answering, he grabbed her by the arm, pulled her out of the bathroom and over to the bed. Then his hands were at her waist and she was flying through the air to land on her back on the bed.
She looked up at him in shock. “Did you just manhandle me?”
He grinned down at her, tearing off his cut. “Yeah, woman, I did. And you know what?”
“What?”
“You liked it.” With that he moved over her, his mouth coming down on hers, silencing any protest she was about to make. A moment later, her arms were sliding around his neck as she moaned into his kiss.
And a moment after that, she broke off long enough to say in a panting voice, “It took you long enough to get here.”
“Smartass,” he growled down at her with a grin before his mouth came down on hers again.
****
Cole backed Angel up, advancing on her across the hotel suite, the look on his face thunderous.