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That tacked-on little excuse wasn’t helping, if his expression was anything to go by.
“Yet another erroneous assumption, sweetheart,” he assured her, the smooth icy tone causing her teeth to clench in irritation. “When it comes to another man, or men touching you, then I’m making it my business.”
He was making it his business? Really? And just who the hell did he think gave him permission to do that?
“We need to stop this now . . .” She actually tried to smooth things over rather than letting her anger, or her perverse sense of humor, get the best of her. Either one wouldn’t be a good idea at this point.
“Tell you what, baby,” he suggested smoothly. “I have a bit of experience in sharing a lover. Come to bed and I’ll give you a taste of what you’re asking for.”
Her eyes narrowed, arms folding across her breasts to keep from throwing something at him. Something like the fake fruit Natches had carved for her and placed in a collectible basket for her dining table. Large apples, oranges, bananas, and clusters of grapes. They were heavy, just the right size to throw at dumbasses.
“Would you really?” Her brow arched as the question slipped past her lips with heavy sarcasm. “Well, how kind of you, Doogan, but I really couldn’t let you put yourself out like that. I mean, after all, you barely know me.”
Brooding lust filled his expression, darkened his eyes. “No worries, baby, I’m sure when I get my dick up that cute ass of yours, we’ll know each other rather well.”
Oh, would they now?
Arrogant jerk.
Not that she’d mind experimenting with the act, but his attitude left something to be desired.
“You can just keep your dick out of my ass.” Her body was highly protesting that statement. “I won’t be owned by you, my brother, my cousins, or any other man. And I sure as hell won’t be berated for a confrontation that was none of your damned business, Brom.”
She moved to stomp past him into her room just to have him step in her way, his gaze burning with lust.
“Brom.” She emphasized his name again. “Don’t start.”
“Oh, Zoey.” He shook his head slowly, his smile slow and lazy. “I’m not your brother or your cousins. Pulling that Mackay arrogance on me simply doesn’t work.”
Well, that wasn’t fair.
She’d perfected Mackay arrogance.
It even worked on Mackays.
Sliding to the side, she put the dining room table between them, grinning at his chastened look.
“You really don’t want to tangle with me after I’ve just finished a fight with Natches,” she warned him, narrowing her eyes at the pure arrogance that settled over his features. “It’s a really bad idea, Brom.”
“The sarcasm in your tone offends me, Zoey,” he informed her coolly.
Irritation flickered over his features, pulling a small laugh from her. “Those power clothes you wear like a second skin offend me, but hell, each to their own, right? They make you arrogant and cold. Put your jeans back on. Let Doogan out of lockup and we’ll discuss additional sexual privileges and who I allow to have them.”
Mockery tilted his lips, gleamed in his chocolate gaze.
Damn him, she just loved his eyes. Even when they were cold and assessing as they were now.
Stepping around the side of the table, he stopped as she shifted to face him again, frowning. “I’m not into children’s games, Zoey. Stop moving around the table.”
She grinned. “Now that would just be too easy. I’m not all about your caveman tactics. You want me? Catch me.”
Pure male dominance lit his expression. “Zoey baby, not a game you want to play.”
She laughed at that, careful to keep the table between them. “Well, I’m sure it is. I’m playing it, aren’t I?”
Dark eyes narrowed on her. “When I catch you,” he said softly, “I’m tying you down to your bed, and once I’ve finished making you so damned hot you’ll swear you’re on fire, then I’m going to show you exactly what it feels like to take two men at once.”
She couldn’t help but grin smugly. “There’s only one of you, Doogan.”
