I dismount and turn to take in her angry glare. She opens her mouth, but before she can say anything, I’ve got her thrown back over my shoulder and I’m striding toward the elevator.
“Put me down!” she screams as I enter the elevator code and the doors start to close.
“I asked you to do one thing,” I bite out.
“I was fine! I was safe. You’re just being ridiculous.”
“Ridiculous?” I shout as the elevator doors open, and I start to head toward the bedroom. “I’m not ridiculous. I’m trying to keep your ass safe.”
“My ass is fine,” she huffs as I throw her down onto the bed.
“Trust me, I know.”
She seems to freeze at my words. I know that I should keep my thoughts to myself, but after hearing her pleasure herself last night and then having her wrapped around me on the back of my bike, I’m kind of on a short fuse.
I was just finishing up helping Tank when Gavin had called to tell me that he had seen Harvie jump into a truck from the King Ranch and take off. He had offered to go get her, but I was closer.
I hadn’t even been all that surprised that she slipped out. She was annoyed with me last night and I know that she wants to see her friends.
That didn’t stop me from seeing red as I drove across town though.
“You didn’t seem to like my ass last night,” she grumbles, sticking her chin out in defiance.
“I like it too much. That’s the problem.”
“Great, thanks,” she says sarcastically as she tries to wiggle past me.
I cage her in with my body, my hands going to either side of her as I lean in closer.
“I heard you last night.”
Her cheeks turn almost as red as her hair, and I bite back a groan.
“So?” she says, trying to put on a brave face.
“So, I could have sworn that you were moaning my name.”
“Nope. Must have been in your dreams.”
“Oh, trust me, baby girl. I definitely dreamed about it.”
She stares up at me and I can see my own want mirrored back in her eyes. I can feel the moment that we both break, and she gasps as our lips meet.
I know that I shouldn’t be kissing her. I should be focused on keeping her safe and finding her stalker, but I just can’t resist her anymore. I swear my cock has been hard for the last twenty-four hours. She’s driving me mad. I can’t get her out of my head. She’s in my blood now.
I’m so busy fighting myself that my brain is all filled up. I just need to have her once. Then I can get back to the job.
That’s what I tell myself, but I know the truth. I’m never going to get her out of my system. She’s owned me since day one. God help me if she ever figures that out.
I pull back, staring down at her ruby-red lips. They’re swollen from mine and I find that I love the way they look. Her lips should always be kiss swollen.
I’m so distracted by her lips that maybe that’s why I don’t notice her shifting until she’s pushing me onto my back.
She throws a leg over my waist and straddles me as my hands go to her curvy waist. I look up at her, watching as she braces herself on my chest and starts to rock gently.
“You were going so slow,” she complains, and I grin up at her.
Her fingers start to trail downward, and they hesitate when they reach the hem of my shirt. She toys with the fabric there, her fingers running back and forth gently, and shivers run down my spine.