“Who are you and what the hell are you doing in my house?” he growled into my ear.
Are you freaking kidding me? That washim? Forget peeing my pants. I was going to give him a black eye for scaring me like that! “How did you move that fast?” I demanded.
I caught his heavy sigh once he heard my voice. I hope I was irritating the hell out of him right now. “You better have a damn good explanation for why I found you in my house, going through my things, George.”
George!He called me that just to drive me insane. Clearly, I hadn’t done enough damage the first time I stomped on his foot, so I prepared to do it again.
“Ah—ah—ah,” he warned. “Now is not the time to piss me off any more than you already have.”
Before I could do anything, he spun me around, his fingers digging into my arms, but I barely noticed the pain. I barely thought about the way he’d scared me—the way he moved so fast.
He wasn’t wearing any clothes.
His skin was bare and carried the sheen of being slightly damp. His muscles…Dear Lord…He was wearing a towel. A towel that was dipping dangerously low on his narrow hips…
Why!someone inside me demanded.Why is it fair for someone so damn deadly to look so damn good?
The thought shook me and I squeezed my eyes shut. Man candy or not, this guy was not made of sugar.
So I kept my eyes closed and began to scream.
Chapter Five
“Infuriating - to make furious; enrage.”
Charming
“I’m blind!” she screeched. “My eyes!” She began to struggle against my hold and I gladly let her go, giving her a little shove away from me.
“I think I’m scarred for life now!” she said, bringing her hands up to cover her eyes. “Get some clothes!”
“You break into my house and then demand I get dressed?” I growled.
“I see now why you don’t have an alarm. You just walk around half naked. That’s enough to keep anyone out.” She lowered her hands but kept her eyes trained on the floor.
“I was taking a shower,” I ground out, so annoyed that I explained myself without even thinking about it. Then I stopped. I didn’t have to explain myself to anyone.
I took a step toward her, watching as she took a step back. I did it again, angling myself away from the door so she would have to do the same.
I kept prowling closer, reducing the space between us, and she kept scrambling backward trying to gain it back.
And then she came up against the back of the couch.
I saw her swallow thickly, her gaze traveling up my body, past my shoulders, until her eyes collided with mine. “You don’t have the look of a woman scarred for life. If anything, you look like a woman who likes what she sees.”
She snorted and opened her mouth for another of her sarcastic comebacks, but whatever she was about to say died on her lips when I took one last step forward, closing the little space left between us.
I reached out, resting my hands on both sides of the back of the couch, caging her between my arms. She made a sound and brought her hands up to push me back but then dropped them before actually touching me. “What’s a matter, love?” I whispered. “Are you afraid if you touch me you won’t be able to stop?”
“Oh my God!” she burst out, ducking beneath my arm and trying to get away. “You are so gross.”
I caught her arm and yanked her around. “How did you find me? What the hell are you doing here?”
She pulled herself free and glared at me. “How did you move so fast before?”
“Answering a question with a question. I’m not the one who owes any answers.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “You broke into my house.”
She rolled her eyes dramatically. “Please, your back door opened with a credit card. With locks like that you were practically asking for it.”
