I don’t care how hot he is. I won’t take the blame for some guy thinking it’s okay to rub up against me.
I let go of his sides, and placing my hands on his rock-hard chest, I shove at him, so he’ll let go of me.
I’m surprised when he lets go, and without looking at him, I quickly walk away.
When the fresh air from outside hits my face, I take a calming breath.
Just as my blood stops boiling and my anger subsides, Marcus grabs hold of my hand and pulls me away from the house. When I try to free my hand, he links his fingers with mine, holding me in a death grip I won’t be getting out of anytime soon.
He only stops once we’ve walked past a hammock and out of the light shining from the house.
He turns to face me, and when I see that he’s upset, my anger returns like a tidal wave.
“Let me get this straight. You’re pissed at me after I just saved your ass for a second time tonight?” he says in such a low tone, it sends shivers racing through my body.
“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” I snap. “Why do guys always think it’s the girl’s fault when an asshole forces himself on her? You’re all a bunch of testosterone-filled assholes who think you can take whatever you want.” I suck in a breath of air and realize I’m not done giving him a piece of my mind. “Besides, I didn’t ask for your help. I’m not as helpless as I look.”
He tilts his head and leans closer to me until I can feel his breath caressing my face.
“I never said it’s your fault,” he whispers.
There’s nothing intimate about this moment. Marcus is whispering because he’s about to lose his temper. I take a step back from him, in no hurry to find out what it’s like to be on the wrong side of him.
“I just asked if you’re a magnet for trouble so I’d know for future reference.”
I stare into his eyes, not sure if that was an apology or insult. I go with the latter because I don’t think Marcus is one to apologize for anything.
“I must be a magnet for trouble seeing as you’re standing in front of me,” I say, trying to infuse as much attitude as possible into my voice. This guy is way too unnerving. The more I talk to him, and see him, the less I like him. But my hormones apparently didn’t get the memo.
He takes a step towards me, eating away the distance I just put between us. I lift my chin defiantly, not wanting to let him know how affected I am by him.
“Then you should run along.” He reaches up and takes a curl of hair between his fingers. “Unless it’s trouble you’re looking for. Do you want to drop to your knees and deep-throat my cock? Is that why you’re still standing here? Do you want me to pull your hair as I slam into your mouth?”
I can only blink for a few seconds as his words burn a hot path down my body. My mouth opens and closes a few times as I try to ignore the fact that I’m turned-on instead of offended.
Finally, some much-needed brain activity returns. I can’t let Marcus win this round. I’ll never live it down.
It takes all my inner-strength to remain calm and keep my facial expression neutral as I place my hand on his chest. Feeling his muscles jump beneath my touch fills me with an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. I lift myself up on my toes so I can reach his ear. He grips my hip with his right hand, and I feel him tug at the curl that’s now wrapped around his left pointer finger.
I relish in the fact that he’s affected by me too.
I let out a slow breath, and whisper, “You’re an ass man, right? I saw you checking out my ass and…”
I brush my lips over the stubble forming on his cheek and will my hormones to calm down as they swoon from the delicious tingles flaring to life between my legs.
As I reach the corner of his mouth, and he starts to turn his face so he can kiss me, I pull back. I forget about the curl of hair wrapped around his finger, and for a slight moment, it stings as I turn around and it’s ripped from his hand. I walk away, putting extra sway into my hips, and laugh at him.
“Now you can watch my ass walking away from you.”
Chapter 3
MARCUS
“That woman irritates the living shit out of me,” I growl as I sit down next to Jaxson.
I’m fucking hard as steel, which only pisses me off more.
“You sure you’re not upset because of your own fucking rule not to date?”