Page 10 of Never Die for a Sinner
“Come on, Ava. You woke me up for a reason. Might as well make it worth it.”
Her eyes find mine for only a split second, and finally, fucking finally, she decides to fight back.
“Did I?” she counters. “Wake you?”
“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” I know exactly what she’s referring to, and I’m not sorry. No matter how much she’s on my mind, some subconscious part of me needs to prove to her that it doesn’t mean anything. Why else would I bring random girls home every night? “Lonely over there in your little prudish bubble?”
“You’ve woken me up for the last three nights with your . . .fans,” she says haughtily, crossing her arms over her chest. Of course, my eyes follow, and she notices me checking her out, only making her glare at me more.
Grabbing a pair of boxers from the end of the bed, I slip them on. Forgive me, but fucking with her makes my dick hard, and the last thing I need is her knowing that.
“So, you were eavesdropping.”
Her cheeks darken even more, and she looks away.
I want her to meet my gaze, but she refuses. Part of me wants to break that habit. The other half is grateful. Staring into her eyes is like staring into an eclipse. Fucking dangerous.
“I’m just asking you to at least be considerate that there are other people here that work for a living and have to get up early.”
How could I forget? I’ve only been reminded of that simple fact every time I’ve caught a whiff of her intoxicating perfume in the last six months she’s worked here. It’s like that shit’s hardwired to go straight to my dick.
Don’t even get me started on the rest of her.
Suddenly, I’m acutely aware of the little brat standing in my space. Her scent. The little baby hairs blowing in the fan—the ones that frame her delicate face. Fuck, the blush on her cheeks. The fire in her eyes.
Bad idea, Cross . . .
Unfortunately, I’m full of those.
“So, you’re jealous.”
Her mouth falls open, and I chuckle low and dark under my breath.
“Of course not.”
“When was the last time you got laid, Ava?”
“None of your business,” she snaps.
Her cheeks flame when I take a step toward her. Then another until her perfect ass hits the dresser. She lets out a sharp intake of breath when I stop in front of her. Close enough that she can feel the heat of my body. Far enough away that she can’t feel howhard my cock is. How my heartbeat’s rocketing out of control in my chest.
. . . Just how much I enjoy these spats with her.
“You wish it were you in my bed at night? Making you come until you can’t hold it anymore? Until you can’t be quiet no matter what you do?”
Her lips purse, and she glowers at me. I still catch the shiver that rolls through her and the way her thighs tighten.
This is what I live for. She fires off at me. I fire back. The highlight of my day is fighting with Ava Ryan, and I’d be lying if I didn’t fantasize about bringing her back to my room every single night, instead of the girls I bring home.
Fuck, I can’t get her out of my head.
She’s burrowed her way into my brain. In every single one of my darkest fantasies.
It’s fucking madness.
“You know what I think, little ghost?”
“Don’t call me that,” she grumbles, bending herself back over the dresser in an effort to get away from me.
