Page 35 of Crave Me

He’s wearing a pair of gray sweatpants that hang low on his hips. His back and shoulder muscles tighten and flex as he punches unforgivingly on a large, hanging punching bag. He lands punch after punch with his gloved fists, moving to the beat of Nine Inch Nails. His body turns to the side as the bag sways with each of his heavy hits. He straightens his spine and grabs the bag between his gloves.

“Such a little creeper.”

“I wasn’t creeping on you. I was looking for you and found you, I was being polite. I didn’t want to interrupt your workout.”

“Is that so? I have reason to believe you’re a closet voyeur. Sorry to disappoint you with the sweatpants. I’m happy to take them off now if you’d like.” He faces me completely now, sweat making his body glisten. I bite my lip to stifle an appreciative moan. I need to change the subject before he distracts me further.

“The snow seems like a problem. Any word on how the roads are so I can get home?” I say with a bit more of an attitude than is necessary.

He moves to pull his gloves off, grabbing a towel, and wiping the sweat off his face and neck.

“All the roads are closed. Supposed to turn to freezing rain tonight. Everything is shut down. Looks like you’re stuck here.”

My mouth slackens, dropping open in shock. This can’t be real life.

“Dallas. No.”

“Here we fucking go.” He moves swiftly, grabbing my wrist in his large hand and pulling me behind him. Up the stairs we go into his living room, where he flicks the news on. The reporter’s voice fills the room, confirming what Dallas had told me.

“. . . winter storm warning. Closing roads, highways, as the state shuts down . . . emergency . . . prepare for power outages.”

“Dallas, what the fuck am I going to do? I can’t stay here.”

“Did you not hear her, Blaire? You’re staying. Now stop being so goddamn difficult for once in your life and deal with it. You think this is ideal for me? You’re everywhere! You’ve invaded the distillery, Dom’s, Sunday fucking dinners at my parents’ house, and now you’re in my house. I can’t escape you, Blaire, and it drives me fucking crazy.Youdrive me fucking crazy.”

I stumble back a step as if he slapped me.

“Wow. The fucking arrogance on you . . .” At a loss for words, I close my mouth and stare at him as he runs his hands through his hair. He’s still wearing nothing but those damn gray sweatpants, and my face flushes. They hang so low on his hips, exposing that mouthwatering V. I shake my head and look away from him. His body turns my brain to absolute mush. He walks up to me, running his hand across my cheek and combing his fingers into my hair.

“I see how I affect you. Even when I’m yelling and pissed off with you, just being close to me turns you on, doesn’t it?” His voice is softer now, seductive, but still laced with that arrogancehe couldn’t shake if he tried. I straighten my spine and look at him.

“No. It doesn’t.”

His eyes rise in a challenge as his hand curls around my hair, pulling my body into his space. His free hand dips under my shirt before slipping in the loose band of the sweatpants I’m wearing. His fingers trace down my slit, easily slipping through my folds and dipping into my center. He pumps twice before removing his hand and holds his fingers out between us, the evidence of my arousal proving him right. He slips them into his mouth, licking and sucking my moisture from them before leaning down to meet my eyes straight on.

“Liar.”

Chapter Thirteen

Dallas

“Here’s how this is going to go. We’re stuck here and I don’t know when the roads will open up, sure as shit ain’t gonna be today. Our bodies clearly want each other. So, we can either be at each other’s throats the entire time, or we can fuck like animals. If I had my way, we’d do both.”

She looks at me a little stunned, and I brace for the fight that I know is coming. Hell, I welcome it. Crave it. I surprised myself a bit, but if I’m going to be stuck in my own house with this sexy terror, I’m at least going to make the best of it.

“You’re out of your fucking mind.”

Called it.

“Yep. Out of my mind for you, princess. For some fucked-up reason that I don’t understand. Trust me, I’ve tried.”

“Wow, Dallas. Way to make a girl want to jump into bed with you. You woo me, my king!” She dramatically puts the back of her hand to her forehead and feigns swooning.

I grab her hips roughly, jerking her into me so she can feel how hard she makes me.

“Say it again.”

Her palms flatten on my chest, but she doesn’t push me away. If she did, I would stop right now. But I know she wants this; she just doesn’t like to admit it.

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