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"When I said I kind of liked you mouthy, I didn't mean you should call me names," he said tautly. "Just to clarify."
"It's just the two of us." I understood why I couldn't backtalk him in front of the pack. He had an image, and I'd probably made him look weak enough when I ran away.
"And I'm still the alpha."
"Yes, I must have forgotten since you went twenty-eight seconds without reminding me. A fucking record for you, Stone." My voice was rising, and it shocked me.
He dropped the duffel bag to the floor.
My lips pressed together tightly. I folded my arms over my chest, trying to push down the sudden clench of my stomach as if I were in danger.
He paused. His gaze softened.
"You know I wouldn't hurt you," he said uncertainly.
There were a dozen smartass things I could've said. They would've come out loud and bold too, the way I wanted to be.
Instead, my voice came out a whisper. "Then you've got to start taking care of yourself. No more leaving enemies behind you."
He looked at me for a few long seconds as if he didn’t know what to say. His handsome face was so damned hard to read. I held myself still, but all I wanted to do was run. From him, from my own feelings.
"I told you I have a plan with Joshua." He took a few steps toward me before resting his hands lightly on my shoulders. "Shaw and I will bring the Weston pack's leadership down, and we'll be back within a day or two. I'll find out where Nathan is, and I'll kill him."
"What if I need you alive more than I need him dead?"
Stone scoffed. "Amelia. You need him dead, and so do I. But I'll come back."
"If you come back, I'll think about forgiving you."
"Please. You already have. Your brain just needs to catch up to your heart and..." his hand gripped my hip. He was big enough to span my hip, his fingers pressing into my ass. "Your body."
"Arrogant asshole."
"Sure," he said. "Why don't you call me a dickhead again for good measure?"
"I thought you didn't like it when I was mouthy." I hesitated, then added, "Dickhead."
"I don't like it when you're mouthy," he said. Then his lips met mine in a hot, searing kiss. Everything in my body strained toward Stone, and he kissed me like he was trying to consume me. His hands were hot and heavy on my body, and I felt his touch sing through every muscle. He pulled away to mutter, "I like shutting you up."
I pushed him away, but even as I pushed him, the hard planes of his chest felt hot under my palms and I wanted more of him. He laughed at me, wrapping his hands around my wrists and pulling me against him. My nipples felt hard and sensitive as he dragged me against his chest, and the sudden rush of desire I felt released a faint citrus scent in the air that might've made me blush.
"So convincing when you push me away," he said, a mocking note in his voice.
"And you're so convincing when you act scary," I shot back. "As if Karissa isn't the boss of this house."
"I don't give a fuck about being the boss of this house." His head dipped, his lips caressing the skin of my throat. My chin rose, exposing more of myself to him, to his hot touch. "I just intend to be the boss of you."
"Good fucking luck. You're a controlling bastard, Stone," I said, but my voice was breathy, and I couldn't deny that I liked the feeling of my body against his.
I felt safe when I was with him, and the desire to grind against him was so irresistible that my hips rocked forward. I pressed myself against his hard thigh. His fingers dug into my ass as he pulled me even closer with that hand on my hip, pulling my body against his so hard that my core clenched with need.
He might've been a sick bastard, but he wasmysick bastard.
"I can't help it." He lifted a strand of my chestnut hair, twining it around his finger and gathering more and more of the hair spun around his hand, until he reached the nape of my neck. His hand in my hair made me feel controlled... but for once, I liked this kind of control. "I want you."
"You need me." I corrected him.
He made a familiar huff--Stone was always scoffing at me--and then he held my head still with that controlling hand as his lips plundered mine.
