Danielle POV
I’m done talking. Completely done.
Standing up, I pull my shirt over my head and toss it aside without a second thought. I don’t miss the way his eyes widen as he watches me, his whole body still.
“Red…” His voice is low, a warning, like he’s not sure if he should stop me or not.
“No,” I say flatly, stepping out of my shorts and tossing those too. “I’ve got work in four hours. I’m so f*****g bored of talking. So, just f**k me already.”
I throw my bra at him for good measure and grin when it hits his chest.
He just drops back onto the floor like he’s given up entirely, groaning something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like “Christ on a rusted bike.”
Laughing, I step over him and climb onto his lap, leaning down to kiss him slowly, deliberately, because I know
