Page 19 of Finders Keep Her
"Haven't I?"
She shifts on the bed. "What's that mean?"
"You stopped watching me, so I went to the brothel."
Her eyes widen. "You went there for sex." She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. "And you kissed me with that mouth."
"I went to the brothel to provoke you." Her lips press together, forming a straight line. She's adorable when she's grouchy and jealous. I keep those thoughts to myself.
“Why would that provoke me?” Ellie finally says after a beat, lifting her chin.
“We don’t have to address the stalking and your obsession with me if you don’t want to.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” She jumps up from the bed, almost knocking into me.
“All right, it’s off the table.”
“Don’t smirk at me.”
I hadn’t realized I was. I must have slipped, so I drop it. “My apologies. I’ll do better.”
“Don’t patronize me either.” She puts her hands on her hips, making the oversized shirt she has on cling tighter to her chest. Fuck, she doesn’t have a bra on. The sight goes straight to my dick. I want to grab hold of her and never let go.
"I'm agreeing with you."
"Well, don't." She stomps off toward the bathroom. The door slams closed behind her. While that was cute, I can't be having it.
Chapter Ten
ELLIE
What is wrong with that man? All agreeing with me and apologizing. What is he getting at? Oh, and I know he was totally flexing his thighs while sitting in that chair. He’s trying to seduce me. How does he know about my small obsession with his thighs—who am I kidding? With all of him.
I let out a scream as the bathroom door flies open, spinning around to see Ronan standing in the doorway. He takes up the whole thing!
"I locked that."
"Don't run from me or lock doors between us." He steps into the bathroom. I step back, my ass hitting the sink. "In fact, don't close doors, period."
"You're not the boss of me." I have a feeling he might be.
"And that's where you're wrong."
I don’t get a chance to say anything before his hand is in my hair and his mouth is on mine. Once it is, all the smartass comments I could hurl at him slip away into oblivion. He may not be the boss of me, but he is of my body.
All of my control falls to the wayside every time he touches me. It was bad enough how obsessed I was with him when I wasonly seeing him through a screen. My body already craved him, and he hadn’t even touched me. I’ll never recover from this. Yet I can’t stop myself from wanting more.
I moan into his mouth, kissing him back. Ronan’s mouth dominates mine, his tongue filled with promises that have all parts of my body buzzing. When he finally breaks the kiss, I’m dazed and trying to catch my breath.
“No locked doors.”
“No locked doors,” I repeat without a thought. Damn it. He can boss me all around.
“You want a shower?”
“I probably should.” I release the front of his shirt that I clung to at some point. A shower will give us space and help me get my head on straight.
“All right,” he agrees, sitting me down on the bathroom counter. “Your feet, babe.”
