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"There’s nothing little about you," he rumbled.
"Should I take that as a compliment?"
A laugh grated out from between his lips. "Your personality is bigger than your ass," he said wryly.
"I repeat, should I take that as a compliment?"
His hands dropped, and just when I thought he was going to pull away, to back off and disappointment started to strum through me, a shadow of grief too, he dropped them to my waist and, skin to skin at last, slid them around and down until he was cupping my ass.
I groaned when he squeezed my cheeks then tugged them apart. His fingertips did that searing thing again, so that I felt them in my sit spot and right between the crease where my pussy and ass almost met.
Biting my lip, I rasped, "Is that a declaration of intent?"
"You don’t want to be in my world."
"I spent my whole life studying your world," I countered. "If anything, I know what I’m coming up against."
"You had a taste of it yesterday. Why the fuck couldn’t you just stay out of trouble?" he snarled.
"You said you agreed with me blowing the whistle at TVGM," I retorted, not afraid to get in his face about that.
"I do, I did, but you didn’t have to get wrapped up in this Sparrows’ shit." He released a breath that gusted over my lips, and then stunned the hell out of me by leaning down and pressing his forehead against mine. "Why couldn’t you just marry a TV executive and have kids and settle down and be safe?"
I knew it was a rhetorical question. The man had just told me he’d doctored my wounds because he couldn’t stand his brothers' hands on me, for Christ’s sake. But still, rhetorical or not, it made me freeze. Well, every part of me except for my tongue which, as usual, came to my aid.
"If that’s how you feel," I ground out, "how you really goddamn feel, if you’d prefer another man to be touching me, to be fucking me, to be filling my pussy with his seed then—"
He snapped.
I felt the break in his control. Felt it, reveled in it,luxuriated in it.
His hands didn’t just hold me now, didn’t just squeeze, they bit into me.
Hard.
Nasty.
Tight.
Firm.
Fast.
He wasn’t going to let me go.
Thank God for small mercies.
