Page 66 of Menace in Vegas

“I need to shower," she blurts out, then makes a beeline for the bathroom.

I’m out of bed in two strides, catching her wrist before she can close the door.

“Where you running off to, sweetheart?" I murmur.

She glares. "I’m not running."

I arch a brow. "Really? 'Cause you look like you’re about to flee the country."

She yanks her wrist free and crosses her arms like a shield. “This was a mistake.”

I grin. "Oh yeah?"

She’s not getting away with that weak-ass excuse.

I step forward. "Then prove it."

She backs up.

I follow.

She retreats until she’s pressed against the bathroom counter.

I brace my hands beside her, caging her in.

Her breath hitches. Her hands tremble as they press lightly against my chest.

“You wanna pretend this meant nothing?" I whisper.

She nods, the movement too fast. "Y-yeah."

But her body tells the truth, unlike her mouth.

I smirk. "Then prove it."

She frowns. "What?"

I dip my head, letting my lips graze her ear. "If it was a mistake," I murmur, "kiss me and prove you feel nothing."

She stiffens.

I wait her out.

She knows exactly what I’m doing. Knows if she really felt nothing, she could kiss me and walk away.

Instead, her breath catches. Her fingers twitch. Her gaze drops to my mouth.

I grin, knowing Allie never backs down from a challenge.

She grabs my face and crushes her lips to mine. The kiss is desperate and wild, like she’s drowning.

I groan into her mouth. My hands shake from holding back.

I want to touch her everywhere. Pull her into me. Own her.

But I don’t.

Not yet.

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