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“You make me crazy,” he muttered, his hand dropping as he stared down at her before backing away. Hell, he wasn’t going to beg her to stay. He sure as hell wasn’t going to allow her to feel as though he were attempting to force her to stay.
She truly did make him crazy as hell. Completely insane like no other woman ever had. There was something about her that drew him, confused him, and made him feel things he didn’t always understand. Things he didn’t want to feel.
“I don’t mean to make you crazy.” She was breathless.
Damn, he loved that sexy little edge to her voice when she became breathless.
The sound of that edge of arousal in it had the power to make his balls tighten with the need to have her. The need to fuck her until there wasn’t a chance in hell she could ever deny him again rose inside him.
“Hell, I can’t get enough of you.” He reached for her, and she backed away.
Sheila had never backed away from him before. What the hell was wrong with her?
His eyes narrowed. “What’s going on, Sheila?”
Her chin lifted, and that little glimmer of feminine fire shifted from arousal to pure feminine determination.
Ah, hell. This wasn’t a good thing. This meant he’d obviously done something completely male—and managed to either hurt her or piss her off.
He was in trouble now, and Casey damned well knew it.
“Nothing’s going on, Casey.” Her lips thinned and her eyes seemed to darken with the lie. Casey always knew when she was lying. And she only lied to him, according to her, when he should be able to answer his questions himself.
He’d never seen denial in her eyes when it came to him, though. At the moment, there was pure rejection gleaming there.
“Don’t give me that shit,” he growled. “We’ve never played games with each other. Not like this. I don’t want to start now. I won’t let you start now.”
“I was never the one playing games.”
Casey’s eyes narrowed. Every man in the world knew that tone of voice.
Those violet eyes flashed again with the edge of anger, and Casey knew he was screwed.
“What the hell did I do?” Pushing his fingers through his hair, he wished the damned hard-on would abate just a little bit. It was hard as hell to be demanding when all he wanted to do was fuck the temperamental little minx.
She delighted in making him crazy, he decided. And she could make him crazy as hell faster than anyone he’d ever known.
“You didn’t do anything.” She lifted her shoulder in a shrug that warned him he sure as hell had done something. And he better find “her” way, to fix it fast.
See, this was what drove him crazy. It made him want to pull his own hair out because he couldn’t figure out what the hell he had done. She was obviously expecting him to know this time what he had or hadn’t done. Whichever, he probably had only moments to fix it before she walked out that door.
“Look, just tell me what your problem is, and I’ll fix it.” He glared back at her as he crossed his arms over his chest, certain his erection would deflate any second. Surely his dick would get a clue and just give it up.
It would have with any other woman giving him this kind of grief. Hell, it had never failed to deflate permanently with any other woman who dared to pull this shit on him.
Especially when he didn’t know what he’d done to piss off his soon-to-be-ex-lover. So why the hell hadn’t it deflated yet? Why was he still standing there like a boob trying to figure out how to get her back in his bed?
“Didn’t I do something right?” he demanded when that slender little hip cocked to the side and delicate fingers curved over it. The index finger tapped against her jeans silently. He’d only seen her do that a few times, and never with him. Until now.
Yep, he was in trouble. He just wished he knew why. How. Or what to do to fix it.
“You’ll fix it, will you?” she asked silkily as her thick lashes fluttered over her mocking gaze. “Why, Casey, I just can’t tell you how your offer makes my little heart beat faster.”
Uh huh. He could tell. He really could. She was so damned sarcastic he almost winced.
He quickly ran through the night once again, just to be certain. Just to assure himself he hadn’t done anything blatantly stupid. Because he really wasn’t a stupid man where woman were concerned.
Had he gotten her a drink when she showed up at the bar?
