“None of your business. I was having fun.”
“You don’t get to have fun without telling me.”
Irritation flickers inside me. Nights like last night are the only thing I have for myself. The only time I’m not worried about being the spare or wondering if I’m doing things right.
“Like hell I do.”
She growls and manages to get me on my side, and then we’re really grappling. Her breaths are harsh and so are mine, and my muscles strain from my toes to my face as we roll in the grass. It’s damp and cold, even through my shirt.
Katie and I don’t spar all out like this. Perhaps I’ve known instinctually that it would cause something heavy and strange to twist through my stomach. She’s damn good.I have a lot of muscle on her, but she makes up for it with skill and sheer ferocity.
She scrambles away and flips to her feet. Her shirt has ridden up, exposing an inch of flat stomach. She blows a hair out of her face and narrows her deep brown eyes.
“You’re going to wake up to new security procedures tomorrow, Tristan Prince.” She lunges, low and fast.
“Oh yeah? Who died and made you the boss?” I can barely get the words out as she tries to take me to the ground.
“You did. You left. Or don’t you remember? You had to go gallivanting and youleft me here. So yeah, I’m the boss.”
She slams me down onto my front and the breath rushes out of me. She wrenches an arm behind my back, then the other, tighter than she ever has. I still, my pulse beating wildly.
This is new.
This is different.
I think I like this.
“You mad?” I croak.
“I’m so mad I want to lock you in the house.”
I snort. “Go ahead, killer. I have a secret passageway and a fast car.”
She growls and settles her weight over my hips. “I’ll steal your fucking spark plugs, Tristan Prince. What the hell were you thinking?”
“I was thinking that I have very little freedom and I intend to enjoy it,” I bite out.
“You have no idea of the risks,” she exclaims. “I should tie you up right here and leave you on the grass.” Her breath puffs against my ear. There’s an answering tug in my stomach.
“Go ahead.” The words slip out of me.
“What?” She relaxes into me. I use her moment of distraction to jerk my hips up, tumble her to the side, and pin her back to the grass.
I bare my teeth in her face, and her eyes widen. Our mouths are inches apart. I taste the mint on her breath. Our stomachs push together with our heavy exhales.
We both freeze.
My eyes drop to her mouth. My world slides sideways.
I want to taste her.
There’s a jolt of lust so strong that I nearly gasp.
Oh god.
I cast around for something to say. Something not insane. Nothing that indicates how I’m picturing licking her neck.
“You’re just jealous.”
