Page 165 of Exes and Oh Hell No

I’m standing in front of her in nothing but a pair of faded jeans riding low on my hips and my boxers.

My breathing is loud and uneven as I step closer.

She doesn’t move.

She just waits like the good fucking prey she is.

I fucking love that about her.

I’m in front of her, staring down at her delectable body.

"You're quiet all of a sudden, baby," I murmur, dragging my fingers up her bare thigh, slow and deliberate.

Her breath hitches.

I smirk. "You had a lot to say back in that bar." My voice is dangerously soft.

She shivers.

But she still doesn’t back down. "I was just having fun," she whispers, her voice all sweet innocence.

I chuckle.

Fun?

She thinks this is a game.

I spring into action, lifting her from the bed.

She doesn’t even try to fight as I lower her to her feet in front of me.

She licks her lips, her chest rising and falling from her shaky breaths.

Then she takes a step back.

Then another.

And another.

I step closer, caging her against the door, my hands braced on either side of her head.

She gasps, her body going tight, pressing her back against the wood.

"Is that what you call it?" I murmur, my nose trailing along the shell of her ear.

She shudders.

"You wanted to see how far you could push me, didn’t you?" My lips skim the sensitive spot below her jaw, my breath hot against her skin.

She squirms.

Doesn’t answer me.

Brat.

I grab her throat, tipping her chin up, forcing her to meet my gaze.

"You wanted me to lose my fucking mind," I murmur.

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