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“Good.” He knocks my foot away. I stumble backwards, bracing myself on the wall, as he slowly stands. “Come here.”
“Hell, no. You’re going to gnaw on my freaking knee or something deranged.”
“I’m going to gnaw on your swollen clit if you don’t get yourself together and come here right now.”
“Bossy,” I say, flushing with more than adrenaline. Desire fills my core, hot and exciting. “But no thanks.”
“Renata.” Fuck, I like when he says my name. “I’m not going to bite you again. I won’t even kiss you.”
“Then why are you telling me to get closer? I can’t trust a thing you say.”
That seems to hurt him. He glances away. “I think you need some time, but I don’t want you to be alone tonight.”
That melts some of my defenses. “Lanzo. I do trust you. I only said that as part of the game.”
“Yeah, well—”
“It wasn’t your fault.” I walk to him, put my hands on his chest. “Even though I’m still annoyed with you, it wasn’t your fault.”
He touches the bruises on my throat. “You understand why I blame myself anyway.”
“I do, but I want you to stop. We made our choices. You were there in the end, that’s all that matters.”
He grunts, nodding, but he doesn’t look convinced. He takes my hand. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“You’re taking another bath. When you’re done, we’ll watch a movie in bed together. Then we’ll sleep.”
I lick my lips. “That does sound pretty good.”
“No sex tonight.” His grip on my hand tightens. “Think you can handle that?”
“Please. You’re the animal chasing me around and biting me.”
“True, but I’ll keep my hands to myself.”
“And your teeth.”
“All of me.” He touches my cheek. “Come on. You don’t want to be alone.”
He’s right, I really don’t, even though I still haven’t completely forgiven him yet.
“So long as you can control yourself.” I brush past him, heading toward the master bedroom and it’s beautiful jacuzzi tub. “You can also cook for me while I’m soaking.”
“I can do that,” he says, laughing gently.
I pause in the door to the bathroom and look back at him. “Thank you,” I say.
“For what? You haven’t tasted my cooking yet. You might not want to thank me so soon.”
“For this.” I gesture between us. “Making me laugh.”
“Getting you off?”
“I amnotgoing to thank you for sex,” I say, cheeks turning red. “But yeah, I do like that.”
“Good girl,” he says, and I just about melt.
