Page 20 of Reignite

“Call me when you’re ready, but don’t keep me waiting.” I glanced at the rest of the men, winked at the one I’d been sitting next to, who sported his own hard on now, and moved out of the booth.

I took Gray’s hand. “I’m not hungry for anything but you. Take me home and take me to bed.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Gray wrapped an arm around me and tugged me in tight to his hip.

We walked through the restaurant, all eyes glued to us. The second we walked out the doors, Gray pushed me up against the wall and trapped me between the cage of his arms. That hard-on he’d been sporting was even bigger, pressing against my belly. I wanted it pressing against other more fun places, and soon.

“I did not bring you here to be the dominatrix, Angel. You should have let me handle those pricks.”

His eyes were fire and his breathing quick.

Coño. He wasn’t both mad and turned on. Hate sex could be hot and all, but I didn’t understand why he was mad at all. It’s not like I couldn’t handle myself.

“They were putty in my hands.”

“You don’t know what they could have done to you. If even one of them had…”

Ah. He was scared for me. I could either be mad that he was mad, or I could soothe this beautiful beast.

I wrapped one leg around the back of his, caressing his calf, trying to soothe the protective bulldog. “But they didn’t, and now we have the advantage.”

“I’m either going to paddle your ass for that stunt or fuck you until you don’t know your name so you can never do anything like it again.”

It had been a long damn time since Gray had gone all bodyguard on me. A lot had changed. Mostly me. I wasn’t the simpering fat girl who needed rescuing anymore, dammit. “Then do it, Grayson. You want me to be the damsel in distress, you’ll have to make me.”

He growled low in his chest before smashing his lips to mine and pressing the rocket in his pocket right where he knew I needed him.

It wasn’t like I didn’t want him with every tiny shred of my soul, and Dios Mio, I loved when he went all alpha-Dom on me, but this wasn’t about a power exchange. This was something else, like Gray taking and controlling not because we both wanted that, but because he didn’t fully believe in who I’d become and what I could do. That he once again had to protect me.

I was woman. Hear me roar, or moan, or scream, or whatever the hell I wanted to.

I needed to find out what was driving this overprotective instinct into high gear or our relationship was in serious trouble.

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