Page 63 of Done Waiting

I glare at him, tapping my foot against the floor. “And you’re a psychotic asshole. I’m glad we had this little conversation.” I point toward the door. “Now get the fuck out.”

His smug smile widens. “Do you really think you can order me around in my own house?” His condescending tone grates on my nerves.

“Do you really think I give a fuck about that? I don’t care if I’m in your house, standing on a mountain, or riding in a fucking jet with you. You aren’t going to talk to me or treat me like shit. I won’t tolerate it.” Crossing my arms over my chest, I stare him down beneath lowered brows.

Sauntering over to me, he appears unbothered by my threats. His body is relaxed beneath his sweatshirt. As he moves, he grabs the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it on the floor so he’s only wearing a pair of jeans. He’s not even wearing shoes and…Fuck. Why does he have attractive feet? Is every fucking thing on this man gorgeous?It’s unfair to the rest of the male species.

Pulling my gaze from his feet, my eyes drink in his lower body. The way his thigh muscles flex against the denim as he moves makes me want to sink my teeth into my lip while dropping to my knees in front of him. My gaze raises, his sculpted abs making me drool. Slowly, my gaze drags up his body as if I have no control over myself and my reactions. My lips part, my breathing heavy because I’m pissed, yet turned on by his sculpted physique.

My gaze finally lands on his face as he stands right in front of me, his expression conveying that he knows exactly how he affects me.

God, that smirk. I want to smack him and kiss the hell outta him.

“You make my dick so hard with your feistiness.” His gaze is locked on me as though he can read my thoughts. Hear the way my heart bangs like a drum against my chest as my arousal courses through me like fire in my veins.

Exhaling a shuddering breath, I drop my gaze and it goes right to his…Oh, God. He’s noticeably hard through his jeans.It wouldn’t be so damned noticeable if he wasn’t so big.

My gaze darts to his, my cheeks scarlet.Damn him. This isn’t supposed to happen!I need to be in control…

His hand shoots out, grabbing the back of my neck, tilting my face to his. He’s dominating my space, pulling me against him with one single tug. His body radiates enough heat that it burns my skin. He licks his lips, mesmerizing me with such a simple move.

“I’m not a patient man, baby girl,” he whispers. “You’d do well to remember that before challenging me.”

I snort, but inwardly, I melt from his low, husky voice when he calls me baby girl. His nearness is stretching my control like a frayed rope about to snap. “I’m not afraid of you.” I’m pleasantly surprised by how strong my voice sounds. It doesn’t waiver the slightest bit.

“You’re stupidly brave.” The raspy way he says keeps it from sounding like an insult. The sexy way his lip curled up has me feeling weak. Victory flashes in his dark eyes. “But I like it.”

“Well, I don’t like you.”Fuck, Maddie. You sound like an elementary school kid.

His face transforms into a wide smile, the dimple in his left cheek popping.

Holy shit, that smile is everything. My breathing hitches before rasping in and out of me, my lips parting. I want so badly to lick my dry lips, but I’m fairly certain he’d take that as an invitation.

Cocking his head, his intense stare bores into me, stripping me bare. “You’re lying, baby girl.” His voice drops to slightly above a whisper. “You may not want to like me, but you do.”

Why does he say shit that gets under my skin?My palm itches to smack him but I squelch the urge. Touching his skinwill send me over the edge. Right now, I’m trying to cling to the last bit of strength I possess inside of me.

I tilt my head, noticing a flicker in his eyes. “You won’t hurt me.”

Instead of his usual tactics, he stuns me when he raises his hand, his knuckles lightly grazing my cheek. “You’re right. I won’t hurt you.”

A whimper escapes me as I close my eyes, basking in his gentle touch. My body is out of my control as I lean into his touch, wantingmore. His confession snaps my resistance, crumbling my resolve, my fury decreasing.

His lips brush mine, feather light. My nerves are frayed, resembling a lightning bolt, as his hand cups my face gingerly, his full lips teasing mine. My hands slide up his chest, feeling his heartbeat thumping beneath my palm. Touching his skin sends a bolt of electricity coursing through me.

I’m helpless to resist him as he lazily kisses me like he has all the time in the world. A low groan rumbles from his chest, and I melt against him, shedding my last bit of restraint. His strong arms wrap around me, holding me tightly. Unbidden, a sigh of pleasure falls from my lips, and he drinks it in. As much as I love when he loses control and devours me like I’m his last meal, the soft way he’s teasing my mouth with his makes me forget about everything. My anger at him. The horrors of the night. All of it erased by his kiss.

Jagger pulls back slightly, his lips against mine. “I’ve been dying to kiss you like that.” Then he presses his lips against mine again, his hand sliding up my back and into my hair, turning my head, controlling the kiss.

This man is making me come undone.

My hands slide over his shoulders, then around to the back of his neck. My fingers caress the short hairs on the back of hisneck, causing him to release a half sigh, half groan that makes me want to rip his clothing off.

His phone beeps, pulling me from the lustful haze I was floating in. Reluctantly breaking the kiss, he stares at me for a couple of beats. Regret is in his eyes as he says, “I’m sure that’s my sister texting to tell me she’s on her way.”

Sister? Did I hear him correctly?

He grins at my flabbergasted expression. I open my mouth, close it, then open it again. “Why is she coming over now?” Glancing out the window, the first rays of dawn lighten the world outside.

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