He’d kiss her out of her mad then drag her upstairs until she couldn’t remember her name, never mind what had made her so angry. His lips twitched at the thought, and her eyes narrowed at him. He’d known she wouldn’t understand him, but he had hoped his tone, which had been gentle and soft, would have placated her.
Yeah… not from the look she was giving him now.
Christ, talk about shooting daggers. He felt the stabbing wound of each and every hit.
She glowered at him some more then spun on her heel and stalked off.
As she went, he couldn’t help but study her ass. Christ, he couldn’t wait until he had the right to hold those cheeks and use them to pull her close to him or to urge her into riding him harder.
He groaned, his c**k hardening at the thought. Running a hand through his hair,
