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“You would.” Her fingers tightened on his shirt.
His grip around her waist increased and he pressed an openmouth kiss to her neck, stroking his tongue along her pounding pulse. “You know it’s just a matter of time before I fuck the hell out of you.”
“You think I’d have sex with you, after all you’ve done?” Despite her words she was already melting into him and her body felt exactly right against him. A perfect fit.
He laughed, low and deep. “Yeah, I do.”
“You’re wrong.” Her body angled, sliding into a closer fit.
“Time will tell.”
She tilted her head back. “Aren’t you going to convince me? The Griffin I knew would have.”
“That was the old Griffin.” He slid his hand through the silky strands of her hair. “The more mature Griffin knows not to waste his breath on ridiculous, false statements.”
Her expression flashed with fire. “You think it’s that easy? Steal my mom’s house and I’ll just fall into your open arms?”
He let her go, stepping back. She couldn’t quite hide the regret in the press of her lips. He crossed his arms over his chest to keep from reaching for her again. “I know you’re mad at me. I understand. I’d be mad at me too. I also know you want me as much as I want you. I don’t believe they are mutually exclusive.”
She curled her hands into fists. “Don’t be reasonable.”
He took a deep breath and blew it out. He’d learned a long time ago that temper solved nothing. Even when the other person was intentionally provoking him. He narrowed his eyes. “Don’t pretend you actually care about your mom’s house. Don’t pretend you don’t hate it and wish she’d sell. Because I know the truth, Darce.”
“And what do you think you know?” Her stance turned rigid, all traces of lust and amusement draining from her face.
“You hate this town and everything in it.”
“I love my mom.”
“I know you do, but don’t tell me you can’t see how a house—two blocks from where she grew up, that isn’t falling down around her, with everything brand-new—isn’t the best thing for her. Think about it for a minute. She wouldn’t have to worry about her broken-down appliances, the plumbing that doesn’t quite work, the electricity that shorts every time you plug a hair dryer in. Or that she doesn’t have the money to fix them when they finally stop working.”
Darcy crossed her arms over her chest. “That’s not the point.”
He shrugged. “I think it is. Ask yourself, how effectively can you fight for something you don’t care about? That you want for your mom as much as I do?”
“I care.” A cloud passed over her expression, darkening like a summer storm.
“If you did, it wouldn’t have taken you all these years to come home.”
“This isn’t my home.” Her voice shook, barely expressing the rage she clearly felt.
“Exactly,” he said, his voice matter of fact.
“Fuck you.” The words a hiss, she turned on her heels and stomped away.
The door to the kitchen swung open and back with a thawp thawp thawp.
Great.Christ, he was an idiot.
