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“I’m always a grouch.” She frowned as he poured himself a cup of coffee. “And that’s my coffee.”
He lifted his brow mockingly. “I know a cure for your grouchiness.”
The wicked smile playing about his mouth had her womb convulsing in arousal. Damn him. Damn him. She could feel her body preparing for him, aching for him. Even more frightening was the fact that it felt right. His presence in her kitchen wasn’t as upsetting as it should have been. It felt comfortable, impossibly natural. She hated having people around her first thing in the morning, but Reno was different. Which meant he had to go.
“As soon as I finish my coffee, I’m throwing you out.” There was just no other answer.
She moved to the table, cradling the cup lovingly as she inhaled the scent. Sanity resided there surely.
“You’ll have to grow quite a bit first, darlin’.” He wasn’t amused; he wasn’t smiling. He was staring at her from determined, intense eyes.
“And don’t call me darlin’.”
He leaned against the counter, his bare ankles crossing as she glanced at his feet. Dammit, even his toes looked sexy.
She sipped the coffee, remaining silent. There had to be a way to get him out of her apartment, short of calling the police. And what was she supposed to tell the police? Excuse me, Officer, but I let him fuck me last night, so of course he thinks he has rights now.
She rolled her eyes at the thought. Of course he thought he did. She knew Reno. There wasn’t a chance in hell he had even considered a one-night stand. He was her brother’s best friend. Her best friend’s brother. He was playing in earnest.
Panic flared at the thought of that. Oh hell. She looked up at him wildly, taking in the small grin quirking his lips and the way he watched her. As if she were his.
“It was just sex.”
He laughed. Asshole. He sipped his coffee and grimaced.
“I’m definitely going to have to show you the fine art of preparing coffee,” he drawled. “This stuff isn’t going to help your attitude at all, Raven.”
“My attitude is not the problem. You are,” she informed him through gritted teeth.
“I invited you over to sleep. Not come in and take over,” she said, feeling desperate as she got up from the table. “You weren’t supposed to … to—” Her face flamed. “—do what you did.”
“What did I do?” His eyes widened, almost innocently. She could see the knowledge glowing there, even as the sweatpants he wore began to tent in the front from his erection.
She swallowed tightly at the sight of it. Her mouth was watering. Oh God, why was her mouth watering? Why were images of going to her knees and pulling the waistband clear of that thick flesh suddenly torturing her? And her mouth w
as watering. Weak, Raven, she accused herself firmly. You are so weak.
“That,” she said, her hand waving toward the erection. “That’s what you did last night. You seduced me.”
“Seduced you?” He was clearly laughing now as he glanced down at the tented material. “With my cock? That was seduction? Baby, all I did was kiss you. You kissed back.”
“Well that was enough,” she sniffed. “Now it’s time for you to get dressed and leave.”
He set his cup down on the counter, his eyes narrowing, and trepidation skated down her spine. She knew Reno. Knew his looks, his moods, and his stubbornness. She knew when he was about to do something he knew was going to piss her off. And he had that look now.
“Come here.” His voice was deep and rich like black velvet.
“What?” she said, staring at him warily.
“I said, come here,” he growled. Raven shivered in reaction. Her pussy was gushing at the sound of his voice. She was so easy.
“No.” She crossed her arms over her breasts, hoping to hide the telltale rise of her nipples. Damn, they ached for his touch, his mouth, his tongue flickering over them.
His brow arched.
“You know,” he said conversationally. “I’m dying to watch the bare flesh of that pretty little ass turn red. Get over here, Raven, or I’m going to see just how fast my hand can make it blush.”
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