Page 53 of Falling for the Enemy

“You seem to be walking fine.”

“I took some aspirin.”

“Which foot is it?”

“The left.” She tugged a pair of fitted jeans from the drawer. “I have to get dressed.”

“So?”

“Soren,” she said in an exasperated tone.

“Jocelyn,” he echoed in the same tone.

“You’re a fucking child. Whatever.” Throwing her towel aside, she stepped into her panties.

“Mmm. Nice.”

She rolled her eyes. Let him look. That was as far as he was getting.

“Turn around so I can see your front.”

“Eat a dick.” She slipped on her bra, but when she reached back to clasp it, he caught her hand.

“Turn around,” he repeated, voice low.

She closed her eyes when his body heat pressed into her bare skin. “Soren, please.”

“Please, what?”

“We can’t keep doing this.”

He slid his hand over her chest and cupped her breast, dragging his thumb over the tip as it formed a hard point. “What if I don’t want to stop?”

She sighed as he urged her body back so her weight leaned into him. He was already hard.

This wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right that he had this sort of control over her body when her mind and her heart were barely speaking.

“How was your date?”

His hand stilled. “I drove her home after we left the restaurant.”

“Did you stay with her?”

“No.” He offered no further details as he pulled her bra off and tossed it back in the drawer. Still holding her hand captive, he lured her closer to the bed. “I had a visit from Wren this morning.”

“Oh? What was that about?”

“You know what it was about.” He paused and trailed his fingers between her breasts, dragging them slowly down her sternum, until he cupped her through her panties. “She knows about us, Joce.” His hand slowly fed into her panties and found her clit, strumming softly. “So does Greyson. And now, probably Logan.”

“Whose fault is tha—unh.”

He hooked a finger inside of her and tugged her back to his chest as he practically growled in her ear, “Mine.” He said it like he was staking a claim. Taking ownership. Wrapping his arm around her torso, he held her in a possessive, inescapable grip. “I’m going to fuck you.”

Her sex fluttered, clenching around his fingers as he kissed her shoulder beneath her damp hair. Every touch softened her resistance and had her leaning more and more into him.

But then she remembered the way he acted last night and her anger spiked with a vengeance. “You. Don’t. Want. Me,” she reminded through gritted teeth, shoving his hold away.

He tugged her back, not letting her go. “Does it feel like I don’t want you?”