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“Idolike it when you’re in charge.”
“And?”
I struggled to keep myself from shaking as I whispered, “And I don’t want that to end just because you’re too proud to admit you need help.”
The silence that stretched on made me anxious. He wasn’t advancing anymore. His nose had paused under my chin and wasn’t traveling anywhere else. Even his breathing had steadied to a level that sounded like he had fallen asleep.
A breeze swept over me as he drifted back. I shuddered despite my desire to stay still.
“You’re such a silly little wolf,” he whispered huskily. “I don’t understand you.”
I frowned. “I don’t understandyou.”
“Well, it doesn’t seem to stop you from caring.”
“Or you.”
He shrugged. “I guess that’s settled then. You’ll accompany me wherever I go. Because you love me.”
“Is that a problem?”
“Did Isayit was a problem?”
I glared up at him. “Of course, a man like you would be my mate.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Do explain, little boxer.”
“You’re my opposite in every way. You’re grouchy, rude, and you hide everything because you think that it’ll make things better.”
“And what are you?”
I puffed up, standing as tall as I could without going on my toes. “I’m positive, sweet, and the kind of woman who won’t keep things to herself.”
“Unless it’s about her parents.”
My expression soured. “Listen—”
His laughter cut through the evening, tickling a bone of agitation somewhere deep in my body. Heavens, it made me want to smack him. I almost did it, too.
“Matty, I—”
His laughter doubled.
I grunted. “Stop it! You’re being rude!”
He curled forward while hugging his gut.
“It’s not cute, you know.” I crossed my arms over my chest and turned away, irritation burning my core—along with a million other feelings. “You’re embarrassing me.”
“Little boxer, come here,” he beckoned through chuckles. He grabbed my waist and flipped me around, planting his lips on mine.
That knocked the amusement right out of us both. The way he kissed me was possessive, cruel in the way he teased me with his tongue. I became absorbed by him, totally enthralled by how his fingers skirted beneath the waistband of my jeans and caressed my skin. When his fingers trailed toward my zipper, I whimpered, backing away from him.
“We’re inpublic,” I hissed. “Matty, how can you…?”
His irises were gone. The red and blue that typically stared back at me were swallowed by black. “Does it matter?”
“Yes, it matters.”
