He storms out of the kitchen as I stare at his round ass that’s right in my face.
Reaching out, I cup one firm globe in my palm and squeeze as hard as I can.
“Put me the fuck down, ass—ow,” I scream when his palm connects with my ass.
I wiggle on his shoulder, kicking my legs out, trying to force him to put me down, but all he does is hold on tighter.
We walk through into a different room and a door slams behind us, cutting us off from the pounding music and all the people.
My heart jumps into my throat, knowing that we’re alone, and my head spins with thoughts of what could happen next.
A desperate ache tugs at my muscles and I rub my thighs together to stem it, although it does very little to help.
“Don’t pretend you don’t love it, Hellion. I know you’re wet as fuck from sucking my cock. I can smell it.”
My feet meet the floor a second before my back slams against the wall and his hand finds its home around my throat, squeezing with the most delicious pressure.
My lip curls in contempt as I stare at him. I can pretend all I like that I don’t want him anywhere near me right now, but we both know it’s a fucking lie.
“So what are you going to do about it?”
His fingers flex as if he’s physically trying to restrain himself from squeezing the life out of me.
I’d like to see him try.
His other hand reaches out, and in a flash my strapless dress and bra are around my waist and his lips are making a beeline for my nipple.
My head slams back against the wall as he sucks me into his hot mouth.
“Yes,” I cry, my fingers threading through his hair to hold him in place—not that he needs my encouragement.
He laps at me like a starved man, and I happily allow it.
“Argh,” I cry, my fingers twisting in his hair until it must hurt when he sinks his teeth into the soft skin of my breast. “More. Fuck.”
“Fucking whore,” he mutters, dragging his tongue up my chest until he reaches my neck.
Desperate for him, I rip his hair back, forcing him to look at me.
“Kiss me.”
“After you’ve already given your lips to someone else? I don’t fucking think so.”
I lean forward in an attempt to claim them anyway, but his grip on my throat tightens and I end up hovering just millimetres from my target.
“I don’t share my toys,” he hisses.
“And what makes you think I do?” I snarl, running my eyes up and down his body.
“I don’t remember touching or kissing anyone else tonight, Hellion.”
The image of Teagan’s hands all over his body pop into my head making my stomach knot.
“Maybe I should have, though, because jealousy is a good look on you.”
“Fuck you. You can walk out there and fuck any of those skanks if you want.”
His eyes hold mine, searching for the lie he knows is there. I’d let it happen, though. I’d even fucking watch just to prove a point.