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Narrowing my eyes at him, and though it made no sense because it wasn’t like he’d been crushing on me for as long as I had on him, I whispered, “Why would you want someone else to pop it?”
I felt his growl rumbling in his chest like some wild animal that I needed to avoid.
I felt that growl in my core.
I felt it in my ovaries.
“You trying to piss me off?”
“No, but you’re the one who asked,” I retorted, deliriously happy that that question could have angered him. “You’re the one who prodded first. Remember, I’ll bite back.”
“You will, will you?” His hand finally moved, tracing my throat, up my jaw, over to my cheekbone. He stroked along the crest with his thumb. “I’ll taint you. I’m a Sinner—”
“I’m a Fecker. A daughter of the Irish mob. I’m not exactly innocent.”
“I’m a felon,” he disregarded.
“Already talked about this.” Irritation hit me and I slammed my hands against his shoulders. “I’m not about to convince you to fuck me—”
It happened in a flash.
One second, I was the aggressor; the next, his hand was around my wrists and he was hauling them overhead. His strength was… frightening. But also intoxicating.
In less than five seconds, he incapacitated me.
His face loomed over mine. “Don’t bitch at me for trying to protect you. That’s what I do.” His grip flexed around my wrists. “Now, are you going to be a good girl? Or do I need to keep restraining you?”
Everything about those two questions made me melt.
Iwantedto be a good girl.
Hisgood girl.
But I also wanted to keep being restrained.
I blinked up at him in the darkness, knowing he couldn’t see my expression yet also knowing that he sensed my answer because he laughed.
Low, slow, deep.
“Ah… that’s the Catholic in you.”
Was it?
His nose dropped down to run along mine, but though his touch was affectionate, his words weren’t as he told me, “I won’t be your bad boy.”
“Who says I want you to be,Mr. Dane?”
He laughed again. “True, Mrs. Dane.”
“Digger?” I whispered. “If you can’t feel how much I want you, then you’re the crazy one.”
In answer, he rocked his hips, sliding his dick along mywetfolds, which had me whimpering.
“Fuck. You’re the sweetest temptation I’ve ever come across, Mary Catherine,” he mumbled, his lips pecking at mine. “Sweet and soft and so fucking out of my league…” Before I could argue, he growled again. “Fuck it.”
And that was when he let go.
Not of my wrists, but of whatever it was that was holding him back.
