Page 39 of Backfire
“Don’t get cute with me.” The shadows darkened as he leaned in to growl in my ear. “You’re lucky I don’t snap your neck. I just caught you watching my brother jerk off.”
I wasn’t watching him. I happened to walk in on him. There was a difference. That’s when it occurred to me that Devlin had no right to be mad. What I did was none of his business.
I could prance around this house naked, and there wasn’t a goddamn thing he could do about it. Devlin Adair didn’t own me.
“Get off me,” I snarled while trying to shove him away. It was, of course, useless. I couldn’t even budge Devlin.
The tightening of his fingers around my throat only spurred on my anger. “Are you trying to piss me off?”
Piss him off? I wasn’t the one glaring at people like I wanted to destroy them. But if he wanted me to piss him off, I could do that.
“You know what, Devlin? I have nothing to explain to you.” Not that I could if I wanted to. “You don’t own me. I can watch who and what I want, when I want.”
“Yeah, you can!” Wyatt yelled from in the room.
“Shut the fuck up, Wyatt!” Devlin barked back at him while keeping his glare on me. “This has nothing to do with you.”
“Ah, I believe it does. She left me hanging here waiting for panties.”
Devlin’s brow rose.
Yeah, okay, that sounded bad. “It’s not what you think.”
“And what do I think it is, Sydney?”
“I have no interest in your brother.” Why would I? “He has a naked photo album of himself.”
Apparently, this was the day for sticking my foot in my mouth. A thought that occurred to me just as Devlin’s tone deepened. “How do you know he has a naked album?”
I took a second to eye Devlin up while I thought about kissing him again. That seemed to work last time. And he did smell good. Like really good. I could almost taste him on the tip of my tongue.
No, stop it, Sydney.
I pulled my eyes off his lips and focused on his chest, which didn’t help at all. Instead of staring at the softness of his lips, I was mesmerized by the hard ridges under his shirt.
Devlin gave my neck a little shake. “Stop staring at me like that.”
“I’m not staring at you.” I totally was.
I couldn’t stop watching his chest expand with each breath and wondering how it would feel pressed up against me.
Wait… that wasn’t right. Why was I thinking that?
Devlin was a dick. Worse than a dick! He was an asshat. An asshat full of thick, touchable hair and firm muscles. I wanted to feel them. Even lifted my hand to do so before I stopped myself. What the hell was I doing?
“I think something’s wrong with me.”
“Finally, something we can agree on,” Devlin rumbled while trickling his hand down my side.
The way his palm caressed my curves shouldn’t have felt as good as it did. And I wasn’t the only who seemed disturbed. Devlin’s brows knit as his eyes watched his hand move over me. My breath hitched when his fingers dug into my hip. The way his forearm flexed, it was almost like he was trying to pull away.
My mind screamed to a stop when I sighed and leaned in a little closer to him. “Stop touching me.”
“Can’t.” Was the only word that left his mouth.
Then, just like that, he seemed to snap out of it. Devlin’s lips curled up in a snarl as he stepped away, giving me enough room to compose myself.
What the hell was that?
