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Harlow dried her hands on a towel, tossing it onto the counter then folding her arms as she turned to face me. “What do you like to talk about?”
“In case you haven’t figured it out, I’m not much of a talker.”
“You need to be one in advertising.”
“Like I said, not my thing. It’s your thing.”
“Yes, and like I told you, I’m good at it.”
“Then work your magic.”
She inched closer, sliding her pinky down my face to the ink on my neck. “I like the tats.”
“Yeah? Most girls hate them.”
“I’m not most girls.”
No, she certainly wasn’t. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“So, you’re going to rough me up?”
Goddamn, her eyes were sparkling, testing the kind of man who never accepted second best, pushing even harder. I didn’t like to lose in war or in love. Love. What the fuck was I thinking? There wasn’t a woman who could handle me for more than a few nights.
“Maybe.”
“Go for it. I’m game.”
“You don’t understand what you’re asking for, sunshine.”
“If you’re trying to scare me, Savage, it’s not working. I’m the kind of woman who can handle a man with an attitude.”
Every other minute she challenged me, pretending she knew what I was made of. “Then I guess there’s no reason for me to be gentle with you.”
“Not a single one.” She scooped her finger in the remainder of honey and wiped it down the side of my neck and across the front of my shirt without making a sound. Then she shifted closer, sucking off the rest, her eyes twinkling.
Jesus Christ.
The woman knew how to kick up the heat. My cock was throbbing so badly I wasn’t certain I could walk. But I closed the distance, gripping her chin between my fingers. As I lowered my head, blowing across the base of her ear, I was rewarded with an audible shudder. Then I whispered, her whimper a sweet reward.
“You should be careful what you do, sunshine, but by all means keep sucking on that finger. You’re going to need the practice. You’re in the mood for dessert. Aren’t you?” As I tossed the bowl of honey into the sink, a grin spread wide across my face. Goddamn, the woman knew how to press every button. Now it was time to settle the score between us.
Harlow, in all her mischief and methods of frustrating the hell out of me, had just crossed a line.
Now she belonged to me.
I tossed her over my shoulder, ignoring her pitiful cries, taking long strides down the hallway to the guest bedroom I’d taken. When I closed the door, she continued to pummel her fists against me. Any good man would have forced her to heed my warning, sending her packing, keeping our relationship professional.
But I wasn’t that man and had never been. There didn’t seem to be a reason to start.
When I planted her onto her feet, she had the nerve to try to get to the door. While she was toying with me, the excitement of overpowering her was too intense. I was in charge and this woman would submit to my every need.
I fisted her hair, yanking her backwards, cupping and squeezing her breast as I held her close. She shifted her hips back and forth, feebly trying to get away. I lowered my head, nipping her earlobe before whispering in her ear, “You ain’t going anywhere, sunshine. You’re mine. All mine.”
“We’ll see about that,” she purred, her breath skipping.
I licked the shell of her ear then flipped her around, jerking the shirt over her head, exposing her luscious breasts. Her nipples were already rock hard, the sight of them making my mouth water. I shoved her against the wall with enough force that the shit on the dresser rattled, threatening to fall off.
She laughed, her eyes wilder than before, consumed with lust. The woman had no idea what she was in for. I pinched her hardened buds between my fingers, watching as her mouth twisted, her chest rising and falling. When I twisted them, she yelped, smashing her fists against my chest. But there was no mistaking the raw hunger tingling along every inch of her body.
