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Beneath his clothes, I felt his body stiffen. As his eyes bounced all over my face, the anger in them extinguished. “What are you playing at?”
“Afraid I’ll kick you in the balls again?” I goaded, bringing up the last time I’d come onto him after he’d found Brenna and me dancing in a club.
His face hardened and he surprised me when his hands dropped from the wall to the backs of my thighs. He lifted me up and I locked my legs around his waist. He held me up with one arm under my butt and his other hand went back on the wall by my head.
I ran my hand over his shoulder to the back of his neck. My fingers slid into his short, brown hair and fisted it. “I guess you were.”
He leaned into me, pushing his body against mine. His hand dropped from the wall, and he cupped my jaw and throat, holding my face still as his mouth hovered over mine. “Is this what you want, baby?”
I pushed my mouth closer until it lightly touched his. “I don’t think you can handle what I want,baby.”
He snapped, but in a different way than I’d originally planned. His mouth slammed down onto mine. His lips devoured mine with four months of pent-up intensity. For a split second, I had a moment where I knew I could choose to push him away or I could give in to that intensity.
I kissed him back, stroking my tongue with his. He let out a small groan like me giving in felt like the best fucking thing in the world. He pushed against me even harder, grinding himself between my legs. My back rubbed against the wall, making me tense up and wince.
He ripped his mouth from mine and pulled me from the wall. “Damnit!”
“It’s fine. Keep going,” I assured, and I tried to kiss him again.
He pulled away with his eyes squeezed shut. He let out a frustrated breath. “Why are we doing this, Maura?”
Well, that killed the mood. I unlocked my legs from his waist. “Why do you have to ask questions right now?” He set me on my feet, and I moved over near the bed to put some space between us. “The whole point is to not think.”
“So you were using me?”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Do you want to fight or do you want to fuck, Jamie?”
“You’re drunk, Maura,” he snapped.
I was buzzed, not drunk, but right now, I was beginning to wish I was.
He put his hands on his hips. “You were being reckless.”
“Christ, Jamie! I haven’t taken any pain meds today,” I snapped.
He went quiet for a moment as he frowned at me, confused. “Then why didn’t you say anything?”
“I. Do. Not. Have. To. Explain. Myself. To. You.” Looked like we were going to fight. Fortunately, I could get pleasure from that, too.
“You do if you want to fuck me,” he snapped.
“I’ll blame that lapse of judgment on whiskey.” I looked him up and down, unimpressed. “Good thing you stopped. If that kiss was anything to go by, I was saved from a boring time of lovemaking.”
“And how would you have wanted me to fuck you, Maura?”
“Like you fucking hate me, Jameson.” Although the thought of him doing that sounded like a good time, it was a lie to save face.
The look he gave me told me he couldn’t decide if he wanted to kill me or fuck me, and either way it excited me. Now I was a tiny bit bummed he’d chosen to fight over bumping uglies.
“Well, I don’t particularly like you right now,” he said.
“The feeling is mutual, buddy.” Needing one more jab, I smirked. “See, I told you that you couldn’t handle what I wanted.”
He let out a curse and came to me in just a few strides. His hand grabbed me by the back of my neck and he pulled me to him, molding the fronts of our bodies together. His mouth captured mine with a brutal kiss, forcing from me a moan that should have been embarrassing.
Jamie pulled away from me again just as my legs were beginning to go weak. This time he was the one who put space between us. “Why do you want me to fuck you like that?”
I sighed in frustration. Both emotional and sexual.
