Page 19 of His Little Spitfire

“A little. We both lost ourselves a bit. For once, I can’t blame you for it.” She blows out a sigh before sucking in a breath when my hand cups her clothed sex. Her body shivers against mine. Instead of telling me to stop, her thighs part to give me enough room.

I can’t help myself. Even if I tell myself I don’t care, I do.

I want her to want me like I want her. Just because she’s willing doesn’t mean we’re on the same page.

Shifting our bodies, I shove the blanket away as I push her to her back. Through the darkness, I can see she’s stolen my pants and my shirt.

Cursing under my breath, I lean over to turn on the lamp. I need a better view before I snap. As light floods the room, I’m blinded. Not by the lamp, but by the sight I’m given.

Eliza’s eyes are reddened, but her cheeks are dry. Flushed with color, her lips are swollen from her biting it so hard.

Thisis the view I missed by having her against the table. It feels like I’ve committed a crime.

My eyes continue to trail lower. Her breasts are rising with each breath, and my shirt is pushed up, showing an inch of her stomach.

I’ve yet to see what this woman looks like beneath all these clothes. She’s gorgeous, and we both know it. I bet the rest of her is just as pretty. My mouth waters at just the thought of it.

When I look down at the loop of the drawstrings keeping the sweats up, I lick my lips.

“Eliza.” Dragging her name out, I feel the knot in my chest grow tighter. “I’m going to tie you up to my bed if that’s what it’s going to take you to stay. However, it would be far easier if you are willing to stay on your own. So tell me, what’s it going to take to convince you to change your mind?”

She blinks her eyes, staring up at me. She tortures me, not giving an answer quickly enough. Soon, her brows narrow. “You’re giving me a choice?”

I’m trying to, but my patience is wearing thinner by the second. The longer I look at her, the more I’m wanting to get my hands and mouth on her.

“Yes.” The word comes out like gravel, catching in my throat. “What will it take?”

When her mouth slowly curves into a hint of a smile, I start to question if those waterworks were actually crocodile tears.

If she fucking thinks to ask to reverse what has already been done, then I’m going to roar like a beast and wake up this whole fucking estate with my frustration.

Instead, she parts her plump lips. “Show me how sorry you really are.”

I might struggle with my words when it comes to her, but show, I can do.

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Eliza

I want this man to grovel.

I’ll admit, his apology did catch me off guard. After leaving me to fend for myself, leaving me to dab at my wounds by lonesome, I knew I needed something.

Something as simple asI’m sorryshouldn’t be enough, but it sure helped.

I hate that I want this man. The time we spent apart felt like torture. I assumed he hated what we did, like he felt I wasn’t good enough.

Now, I’m not so sure. He’s looking at me like he’s fighting his control.

Now that the light is on, I can see the bruise on his jaw and see that he’s bloodied the sweatpants I’m wearing from his light touches. For a moment, I’m distracted by the destruction happening to his handsome face.

“Pause, actually. What happened?” Reaching for him, I cradle his jaw, surprising us both that I care. “Did Rocco come?”

I really don’t expect him to, but there’s the smallest chance he’d snap out of this bastard phase of his and be the old loving brother I remember.

Urzo clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “Needed to release some steam, that’s all. It’s what I do.” He pulls his raw knuckles away when I try to touch them next. Capturing my wrist, his teeth graze my racing pulse. “Shouldn’t I be apologizing right now? We can talk about anything else another time.”

He’s right, but it’s not enough. Much to his dismay, I’m wiggling out of his hold. Instead of running, I shift so I’m sitting on my heels. Looking down at him, I take in every inch.

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