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“Drop this, Kelly,” he warned her, his voice grating as his eyes flamed back at her. “This isn’t a conversation I’m ready to get involved in where you’re concerned, not right now. ”
“Fine. I’ll drop it. ” She uncrossed her arms, straightened her shoulders, and lifted her chin defiantly. Drop it? Oh she could drop it all right. “I’ll drop it completely, Rowdy. And you can go to hell at the same time you find yourself someplace else to sleep. If I’m not able to decide for myself whether or not I’ll screw another man, then I’ll be damned if I have the brains to decide if I want to screw you. ”
She stalked from the kitchen, fists clenched, her teeth grinding. God, when he had gotten so damned arrogant? So impossible to deal with? She didn’t know when it had happened, but where she was concerned, it could stop now.
When had she become so damned stubborn?
Rowdy watched Kelly as she stalked from the kitchen, then listened to her stomp up the stairs muttering to herself before he moved.
Self-control, he had tried to warn himself. Things weren’t exactly stable right now. Between the stalker, his argument with Natches, and his own revelations about himself, he knew his temper wasn’t exactly calm. But this was just too much.
Moving quickly up the stairs behind her, he caught the bedroom door as she was attempting to close it, pushing his way in before he slammed it forcibly.
“Did I ask you to follow me?” she hissed, her gray eyes dark and gleaming with irritation as she faced him.
“You didn’t have to ask. ”
Before she could blast him with whatever her lips were opening to say, he jerked her to him, lowered his head, and stole the sound with his kiss.
It was like sinking into ecstasy, fire, all the pleasure he could have ever imagined. He caught her little gasp with his lips, felt her hands grip his shoulders, her nails biting into the fabric of his shirt as he turned and lifted her, pressing her against the wall as he devoured the sweetness of her lips.
Her kiss. He loved her kiss. The feel of her lips softening beneath his, her body straining against him as his hands moved over it, pushing beneath the thin material of her shirt to cup her swollen breasts.
She was ready for him. He could feel it in the way her tongue met his, the hot little moans smothered by his lips. God, he had dreamed of this. Dreamed of touching her. Loving her.
Pulling his head back, he jerked her shirt over her head, staring down at her, fighting to breathe as he watched the heavy lift and fall of the firm mounds.
He loved her breasts. His hands cupped them again, fitting over the fragile lace of her bra, his thumbs raking over the tender tips as he stared back at her.
“You’re mine. ” He could hear the guttural tone of his voice, but he also saw the effect of it in her eyes.
They darkened in hunger as she drew in a hard breath, her tongue licking over her swollen lips.
“I need you,” he whispered then, desperately, hungrily. “All of you, baby. Sweet and hot, and crying for me. ”
He took her lips again before he made a fool of himself. Before he went to his knees and begged her to see, to understand the selfishness rising inside him. It sliced through him like the sharpest blade. The thought of another man touching what was his, taking the innocence, the sweetness of Kelly was more than he could bear.
“Rowdy…” She shuddered in his grip as he released her bra, drawing it from her shoulders before his hands went to the clasp of her jeans.
“This is mine. ” He worked his hand between them to push her jeans roughly over her hips before cupping the hot, wet mound of her pussy.
His fingers delved beneath the silk of her panties, so desperate for the feel of her that taking time to completely undress her was more than he could consider.
His fingers moved through silken heat, parting the bare folds to sink into the sweet, tight depths of her slick core.
She arched into the touch, pressing against him, driving his finger further inside her as she cried into the kiss. The hot little sounds she made as he touched her had his cock throbbing in demand. He needed her. Needed to taste her, to touch her.
Now. He had to claim her.
The sharp knock at the door had his muscles clenching further in denial.
“Rowdy, we have movement out here. ” Dawg’s quiet voice was dark with imminent violence. “You in on this, man?”
“No. ” Kelly clutched at his shoulders as he moved back.
Son of a bitch, if he caught the bastard stalking her he was going to rip him apart with his bare hands.
“I’ll be back. ” He pulled her jeans quickly back in place.
