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“I meant what I said about being grateful for how you handled Luke,” she said, her voice thick. She cleared her throat. “I’ve been avoiding him since I broke up with him.”
He pressed his lips together and gave a small nod, but didn’t speak.
“You’re right about him being a manipulator. He would do little things, like finding a reason for me to be with him instead of my friends. Or make snide comments about a case I was helping Kensley with.”
“He’s a bad dude. Part of me wants to find him and rough him up a bit. Just so he knows I was serious. The way he left tonight, I know for a fact he’ll get to you when I’m not around,” he said. His tone was casual, but the hand on his leg curled into a fist.
She leaned against the couch, not hiding how she felt.
“I know I should say, ‘You don’t have to do that,’ or, ‘Violence isn’t the answer,’ but I’d be lying. I think ambushing him might be the only message someone like him would take seriously,” she said. “That and a hundred punches to the gut.”
He didn’t move, but his eyes grew big enough to envelop her. At least that’s what it felt like. And it had her on the verge of tears, which would have been a red flag if his rough hand hadn’t swallowed hers in a rough grip.
“You don’t have to say anything,” he gruffly replied.
“How about… don’t get caught if you go back and beat him up,” she joked, but didn’t laugh or smile.
His hand squeezed hers and when it felt like he was going to let her go, she gripped him tightly.
“Okay,” he agreed, and she had a sense he was agreeing to a lot more. “So. Are you hurt?”
The question confused her until he turned her hand to expose some red marks on her forearm.
“The practice was pretty normal. We always bang each other up pretty bad,” she replied.
“What about the chair he threw? You dropped pretty hard,” he replied.
The heat in his eyes made her gut sizzle, and she used his hand to pull herself slightly closer to him.
“I’ll probably have a bruise or two from where I fell, but it’s not bad.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, and the heat in his eyes flooded the words.
“I guess there’s only one way to make sure,” she murmured, shifting closer again.
His eyes dropped to her shirt and his free hand moved to press a finger against one of the mother-of-pearl buttons.
“You’re probably right,” he agreed, his voice a rough whisper.
He slid a finger inside her shirt, grazing the inside of her right breast. There was a tug and a click, then cool air slid into her shirt.
He ran his finger up, then down. Click, click, click, until her top was open an inch, exposing the swell of her breasts in her black lace bra.
“That’s some skill,” she breathed.
“You’re right,” he said, letting go of her hand to grip her bent knee and jerk her closer.
Her satin shorts slid on the couch, making it easy. But the heat in her gut swirled down, and she knew her shorts would be sopping before too long.
“We should really get you into a bath, shouldn’t we?” he asked, running a strong finger under the thin edge of her shorts. “Or maybe just… out of these clothes.”
The swirl of heat turned into a lightning bold, and her body tightened as she moved to jump on him.
She’d never wanted to fuck someone so fast, so fearlessly. She wanted to tear through his t-shirt and push him back. Her fingers ached to jerk down his zipper and pull out his cock, which she sensed was ready for her.
Instead, his hand gripped her hip while his other braced her jaw, tilting her head up to look at him. He’d shifted so he loomed over her. His quick movements should have scared her, but it just made her even more wet.
He didn’t have that triumphant look Luke always wore when he got his way. That he’d just crushed a bug under his heel.
