Page 40 of Mensa's Match

His lips twisted for a moment and he cocked a brow. “Did you know Dontrell’s been puttin’ off Corrupt Chrome for almost a year?”

My head reared back. “A year?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

“That sucks,” I muttered.

“Don’t know why he didn’t say something sooner.”

We stared at each other for a moment. “Do you want something to drink? Or are you just here to compare notes?”

He ran a hand along his scruffy jaw. “You eat dinner yet?”

“No.”

“Then we’ll go get some food.”

I propped my elbow on the back of the sofa, and leaned my head against my upturned hand. “What are we doing here, Mensa? At the hotel, you said everything ended the moment wewalked out of the room, but your ‘we’ll go get some food,’ almost sounds like you’re taking me out on a date.”

He slid his arm along the back of the couch and scooted next to me. “I don’t fuckin’ know, Blume. What I know is that I got this urge to protect you. I don’t trust you being here alone, even though logically you can take care of yourself. And I’d like to take you out to eat, get you back to my room at the clubhouse, and see what happens.”

I grinned. “So, you’re asking me on a date.”

“I don’t date.”

I narrowed my eyes a touch. “Is it because you’re jealous of Phil?”

He leaned closer. “You know better. It’s because you’re the most annoying woman I’ve ever met, and for some fucked-up reason you’re also the best lay I’ve had in years. I want more of that, all of it.”

“Even me annoying you?”

“Especially that, because if I can determine that you’realwaysgoing to annoy me, that ought to extract my head from my ass.”

My head tipped back and I burst with laughter. My hilarity was cut short when his lips landed on my neck. I drove my fingers into his hair and he pulled away. My eyes danced between his. “Every word you just said should piss me off, but I love how freaking honest you are.”

“Good. Now get your shoes on.”

I still had my hands in his hair. “Aren’t you going to kiss me?”

“Not a fucking chance because I don’t want to fuck you on this couch.”

My head shook. “You can’t just give a girl a kiss?”

“You aren’t a girl, and it’s never just a kiss with you.”

That made my whole body tingle.

And it made me want to kiss him even more.

I pushed forward, took him by surprise, and climbed on his lap. The moment my lips touched his, he groaned and took control of the kiss. His hands grabbed my ass, and wanton as I was, my hips bucked.

Okay, he was right.It was never ‘just a kiss’ with us.

I pulled away and he glowered at me, but it was half-hearted. I smirked. “What can I say? I had to find out if you were right, big guy.”

He squeezed my ass. “Fuck. Now I gotta ride with a fuckin’ hard-on.”

“I think you’ll survive. But if it’s really a problem, I have food here.”

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