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TWENTY-ONE
“That was so wrong, on so many levels. ” Janey slammed the office door closed after Alex passed through it behind her, just after midnight.
He hadn’t left her side. If she went to the kitchen, Alex went to the kitchen. His hand would lie low on her back, or curl around her neck. He’d touched her often enough that she was one big, blazing hormone by the time they walked into the office, and pissed off over it.
“What was wrong?” He arched his brow and crossed his arms over his white shirt. He’d rolled the sleeves back, displaying his muscled forearms. His biceps bulged beneath the sleeves. She just wanted to jump his bones right now, but she was mad him. Furious with him.
“You beat those guys up,” she snapped. “All you had to do was push them out the door. You didn’t have to hit them. ”
“I wasn’t alone,” he pointed out mildly. “Natches and Timothy helped, you know. You’re not yelling at them. ”
“Natches wouldn’t listen if I did,” she argued, then gave him a scandalized look. “And you want me to jump on Tim? Geez, Alex, that’s like jumping on Santa Claus or something. He’s a sweetheart. ”
Alex stared back at her in horror. “My God, don’t put Santa Claus and Timothy’s name in the same sentence. That should be illegal, Janey. ”
“Don’t be mean to Tim, Alex, and it’s totally beside the point. You did not have to go out and fight. It was insane and so completely unnecessary,” she retorted furiously, thrusting her fingers through her hair in frustration. “Do you think it’s the first time it’s happened?”
She didn’t expect his reaction. Before Janey could respond, he had her against the wall of the office, lifting her, pulling her to him.
“It’s the last damned time it’s going to happen,” he bit out, practically snarling in her face.
“I don’t need you babysitting me, Alex. ” She would have pushed at his shoulders, but she was afraid of hurting the wound. Instead, she tried to push at his chest, and he wasn’t moving.
The problem with Alex not moving was that the arousal that had been building all day was only growing worse now. With his body pressed against her, the feel of his erection pressing into her lower stomach, she was beginning to burn for him.
“I’ll be damned if I’m going to let those jackasses talk to you that way. ” Anger filled his voice, his expression.
His hands gripped her hips, no bruising, but firm as his gaze lit with fury.
“For God’s sake, Alex. It won’t be the last either. You can’t just beat everyone up. ”
“Watch me!” His head lowered, his expression furious as his lips pulled back from his teeth. “Oh, baby, you just fucking watch me. ”
Her lips parted to argue. She had the argument on the tip of her tongue, and it was a damned good one.
Something about him just being one man. But he stole the words. He stole her thoughts. His lips covered
hers and he stole her senses in a kiss that sizzled clear to the soles of her feet.
She said she owned him; perhaps she owned his passion, his sense of responsibility. She couldn’t forget the fact that he had been doing everything possible to ensure that she conceived. As though the thought of a baby with her pleased him.
The distant thought whispered through her head, that she make it be enough. She loved him so much, ached for him, needed him. Surely she could make what she had of him, which he swore was every part of him, be enough.
She couldn’t help her arms from curling around his neck, her hands from splaying through his hair. She tried to breathe, but breathing was just a waste of time when she needed to feel his kiss, deep, as deep at it was. His lips slanted over hers. One hand held her head in place, and his tongue delved into her mouth like a stroke of hot, dark velvet.
He tasted of a hint of whiskey and pure dark male lust. He held her easily, despite the wounds in his shoulder, and within seconds nothing mattered more to Janey than getting closer. Tasting more of his kiss and feeling him in every cell of her body.
“You’re mine, Janey,” he groaned as his lips pulled from hers.
Scattered, hot kisses moved over her neck. Tiny bites. She’d be marked again and she didn’t care, because she fully intended to mark him again.
She lifted her legs, encasing his thighs, then his hips as he jerked the skirt over hers. One hand moved between them, releasing the zipper of his jeans and the hard, engorged length of his cock.
“This is crazy. You’re hurt,” she gasped.
“Go easy on me, then. ” He nipped her collarbone as he jerked her shirt from her skirt. “Think about my wounds. Fighting me could make them bleed, Janey. ”
Disbelief mixed with excitement, anger, arousal. He was outrageous. Wicked.
