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I’m suddenly furious that he’s giving me advice, or is it actually that he’s shaming my inaction? Regardless, I’m pissed. “Oh, that’s rich coming from a bully himself. You don’t get tohave an opinion on how I let people treat me when I’m trying to focus all my efforts on dealing with the douche canoe standing in front of me.”
“At least I don’t shame you about the way you look,” he growls back.
“No, you try to physically intimidate me, sue me, and threaten to have me arrested.”
“Jesus Christ, Tilden.” His voice is loud and angry. “Can you please take a bit of fucking responsibility and admit that you started all of this by planning to cut down my trees?”
My head feels like it’s about to explode. “They are not your trees,” I shriek in frustration. “They are on a piece of land that—”
That’s as far as I get before Coen grabs me by the shoulders and jerks me forward. My first thought is he’s going to throttle me because I’ve pushed him too far, but instead, his mouth comes down on mine.
It’s not a nice kiss, but punishing in its force and bruising in its intensity.
And it’s the best kiss I’ve ever had.
This is not a mere smashing of lips the way I did to him earlier today but rather open-mouthed with his tongue sliding in to tangle with mine.
I’m so embarrassed that my reaction is to groan so loudly, I’m afraid the wildlife might be scared away. But Coen seems to like the sound, because he growls into my mouth and hauls me closer. One hand goes to the back of my head and the other to my ass to pull me into his body.
I’m so freaking dizzy as he forces me against him, and I feel every hard plane that he’s honed with exercise. Most keenly, I feel the thick bulge of his erection against my stomach.
Coen wrenches his mouth away and presses his forehead to mine. His chest heaves, and my legs shake. “Why are you such an irritating pain in my ass?”
I open my mouth to argue, but he shakes his head. “Never mind. Don’t answer that.”
And then he’s kissing me again, and I cling to him for dear life.
This is, without a doubt, the most bewildering yet exciting thing that’s ever happened to me in my life.
This man, who I pretty much despise but who I’m also heavily attracted to, seems to have the same draw to me.
And he’s gorgeous and domineering and grumpy, and for some reason, he makes me want to be impetuous right along with him.
I give myself grace—just a moment to honestly ask if I’m crazy for letting him kiss me—and then I decide I want to be crazy and see what’s on the other side.
My hand slides into his hair, fingernails scraping lightly along his scalp. His chest rumbles, and his hands slap to my ass, pulling me against his hard length as he brutalizes my mouth.
And then… he hoists me up, forcing my legs around his waist, and he’s walking.
Moving gracefully without once lifting his lips from mine.
He backs me right into a tree—thoughtful or not, the bark is smooth, so I’m guessing yellow birch, but I’m not about to pull away to verify.
With my body pinned against the trunk, Coen grinds against me, and a jumble of words fall from my mouth into his.
Oh God.
Yes.
Oh God.
Please.
My fingers tighten in his hair and I grip hard, causing him to hiss.
But he never stops kissing me or pressing what is an intimidatingly large erection into my core.
I’m hot, needy, on the verge of begging, and he’s been kissing me no longer than fifteen or twenty seconds at most.
