Her wide eyes stray to mine. “No, I run when I’m frustrated. But since I don’t have clothing, I’m doing the next best thing. Count your blessings, Mister Fancy Pants. If I had the means, you’d never catch me.”
There she goes with her poor lying skills again. The clothing part of her statement is accurate, but I know she has no intentions of running from me. If she was planning to bolt, she would have the instant she found me in the alley. Regan has never hidden the fact she finds relationships confusing. I’m nowhere near as worried. It’s new—everything new takes some adjusting.
A wry grin crosses my face as I switch tactics. “You said Normal Regan wouldn’t sit by and watch a person she cares about be assaulted without doing something about it. I’m doing something.”
Regan’s face screws up as if she vomited in her mouth. The reason behind her disgust comes to light when she asks, “Your plan to combat being assaulted is to hide as if you’re a coward?”
“No!” I lower my voice, which in turn reduces my anger. “I’m drawing out the perp. Forcing him away from his comfort zone.”
She throws her hands into the air. “By running home to mommy and daddy with your tail between your legs.”
My smirk morphs into a genuine smile. She’s extra cute when she’s riled up with jealousy, but it has nothing on her spit-fire attitude when she’s preparing to fight. She has her fists up and is ready to grapple, except she isn’t defending herself. She’s protecting her man.
Her step slices to half its natural stride when I stand to my feet. Unlike her, I haven’t put on a single stitch of clothing. I am as naked as the day I was born and as stiff as I’ll be the day I’m laid in my final resting place.
“Alex. . .” Regan stammers in warning, stepping back. “I’m not some naïve twit you can wave your magic wand at and put me under a spell.”
I continue toward her with slow and purposeful strides. Her eyes narrow as she scrutinizes my face. The curl of my lips and the spark in my eyes reveal I took her magic wand comment as a compliment.
She pops out her hip, highlighting the seductive swells of her body. She’s mad, but it only makes me more determined. I’d rather her be angry and horny than harmed and unbreathing.
“Two nights—tops. Then we’re even.”
She looks at me like I’m insane. “Even? How will this make us even?”
A crass grin stretches across my face when her eyes drop to my cock to take in its twitch. “I saw yours, then you saw mine.” I wait for her eyes to float back to my face before adding on, “I’ve been introduced to your parents, so now it’s only fair you meet mine.”
“I didn’t invite you to meet my family. You forced an introduction.”
Her strong words weaken when I reach her, twist her, then arch her over the chair tucked into a small writing desk at the front of our room. I grind my cock against her ass without shame, my earlier releases a forgotten memory.
I can tell by her expression that it’s taking everything she has not to respond to my grind. Her teeth are gritted and exposed, but the warmth between her legs can’t be contained.
“I had planned to stay at a hotel; you wanted to stay at your family ranch. How is that a forced invitation?” My words are strained from a heavy tongue, my quest to have her beneath me nearly overtaking my endeavor to do things my way.
Regan waits for my hand to finish skating around her quivering stomach before she replies, “I never wanted to go to Texas. Youforcedme to go.”
She balances on the balls of her feet when my index finger pierces the folds of her pussy. “Are you being forced now, Regan?”
I keep my fingertip perched at the entrance of her pussy. Not quite penetrating the area responsible for the seductive scent wafting in the air, but close enough its presence can’t be ignored.
When she shakes her head, I lower my chin to skim my lips across her ear. “Because you’re too strong to ever haveanythingforced on you.”
Her eyes rise to mine. The lust in them grows from my confession. She heard the honesty in my tone; she knows I’m telling the truth.
“That’s why I asked you to come with me, Rae, instead of telling you it was what we were doing. I want you to come home with me because you want to, not because I’m forcing you.”
“Is that so?” When I nod, she asks, “Then why is your cock grinding my ass while your finger skims my pussy?”
“Because I can’t help but touch you. Your body was built for this. You know it.” She purrs in agreement. “I know it.” We moan in sync when my thumb grazes her swollen clit. “And after our efforts last night, I’m fairly sure every guest at this hotel knows it.”
She smiles, not the least bit concerned people heard her in the throes of ecstasy. Good—because if I have it my way, they’re about to hear her all over again.
“So you’re touching me merely because I’m your drug of choice, and you’re due for another hit?”
“Uh-huh, except I’m not a random junkie picking up B-Grade shit from a skittish dealer on a corner. I’m going for the premium stuff, the superior stuff on the top shelf no one else gets to have. I’m talking the cream of the crop, baby.”
“Cream you want curdled by uncomfortable dinners, awkward glances, and god knows what other shenanigans occur at family meet and greets. I haven’t avoided them since my teen days for no reason, Alex. I don’t play well with others.”
