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Is that right? I jump up to my feet, tuck my elbows into my side.
"Last chance," he warns. "Open. The. Door."
I spin around, unlock the door and yank it open. Just as he lunges forward.
Christian
I dive forward just as she pulls the door open. I careen through the doorway and toward her, managing to swerve at the last minute. Still I don’t avoid her completely, and my shoulder brushes hers. She yells out in surprise and her body hurtles toward the floor. I grab her, manage to get my body under hers as we hit the floor, with her on top of me.
The back of my head hits the floor and the breath rushes out of me. Or it may be because of the soft curves that tremble against my chest, her breath that shivers against my throat, her sweet scent like honeysuckle and crushed rose petals that teases my nostrils and goes straight to my head. The blood rushes to my groin, my cock thickens. She pushes off of me, or at least tries to, for I’ve thrown my arm around her waist and held her in place.
"Let me go," she snarls.
"No," I sit up wince when the bump on the back of my head protests. I ignore the pain, push myself up to standing, still holding her close."
"What the hell are you doing?" She hisses as I head further into the house with her in my arms.
"Let me the hell go," she slaps her palm against my chest, "Right now."
"Fine." I lower my arms and she hits the floor on her ass.
"Ow!" She grunts, then stares up at me, a shocked expression on her face. "You… you dropped me?" She stutters, "Like honest to god, you allowed me to crash to the floor?"
"You asked me to let you go," I remind her, "I was only obliging you."
"Asshole," She snaps, then pushes up to stand to her full height, which still means she hits somewhere below my breastbone.
Gesü Christo, but she’s tiny, and also very angry right now. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair awry about her features. She pushes a strand away from her face and scowls at me, "you’re a dick, you know that?"
"Glad you recognized that."
"Argh!" She makes a noise at the back of her throat, "and insufferable, not to mention you’re so full of yourself that if anyone were to prick your skin, you’d take off."
"Take off?"
"Yeah, all that hot air which you carry around would catapult you into the stratosphere, no doubt."
I glare at her, then can’t stop the surprised chuckle that rumbles up my chest, "You’re funny," I murmur.
"You’re annoying."
'You’re on my turf."
"You’re in my house," She shoots back.
"A house you’re in thanks to my having intervened on your behalf. If not you’d be dead by now."
Her features flush further, "should I be grateful to you for that? I bet you have your reasons for having stepped in."
"At least you are smart," I curl my lips, "So you’ll realize that I am being very serious when I said that I am going to punish you."
"Whatever," She huffs, "Why are you here anyway?"
"It’s my place remember? I can come and go as I want."
She seems like she is about to say something, then changes her mind. She pivots and walks into the room. I shut the door and follow her into the kitchen. She reaches theBialetti- the espresso maker, tops it up with coffee powder and places it on the stove. She reaches for two cups and saucers, places them on the counter, then turns to me. "What do you want from me?"
"Marry me."
