Page 3 of Howl You Doin?
“You’re damn right I enjoyed it! You have been nothing but rude, condescending, and have questioned my character since I walked through the door. Youdeservethe cupcakes,” I growl, my face inches from his. “I hope you?—”
“Why do you smell like this?” He groans, and I go still at the question, tensing when his hot breath touches my neck as he sniffs lightly at my ear.
He says it as if I smell weird, and suddenly I’m locked in the strangest conversation I’ve ever had in my life.Do I stink?I have to stop myself from sniffing the air.
“What do I smell like?” I blurt when his nose touches my earlobe and sends chills down my spine, making my nipples go hard.
His arms fall away from either side of me as he takes a step back, looking down at me with an odd expression crossing his features.
“What?” I ask again, when he doesn’t respond.
His eyes bounce over my face, and he wrinkles his nose in disgust.
“Ugh I havehad itwith you. You are seriously the biggest dick I have ever met.”
He laughs at that, and when I open my mouth to tell him exactly what I think, the jerk kisses me.
He kisses me... and I melt like the basic bitch I am. My knees go weak and my heart thunders in my ears. Oh my god, I haven’t been touched insolong—not like this.
He growls low and the sound sends shivers down my spine. My eyes are still open and his are a furious deep-cobalt blue.
He pulls away and one corner of his mouth comes up.
My palm flies up unconsciously, and I slap him right across his lightly bearded face.
Shock colors his expression, and his eyes widen even more when I reach up and yank the lapels of his suit, pulling him back to me. My lips open under his as I kiss him, this time with my eyes squeezed closed while I imagine he is mute. I fist the expensive fabric tighter to pull him closer, my nose full of warm, hot man.
Holy shit, he smells so good.
Strong hands clamp around to the small of my back before one lowers, gripping my ass firmly and causing my body to light up with shivers that race along my spine. An involuntary moan climbs my throat.
If he can do this with a kiss, I am way in over my head.
The slight scrape of his short beard and one low groan from him causes wetness to pool between my thighs.Oh no.
His smooth bottom lip presses against mine just right, halting my breath in my throat, and suddenly it’s as if there’s cord of desire looped between my nipples and snatch that he just yanked like a church bell. My thoughts skid to a stop. Oh my god, I want Mr. O’Doyle to fuck me—then again, it’s not like this is the first time this stupid thought has struck me.
“Dammit.” I pull away, my chest heaving as we stare at each other.
He looks even angrier than before, yet his brows furrow as if he doesn’t understand what just happened between us either. I wipe my mouth with a sleeve and his gaze goes dark.
“I assume we need no discussion on why this never happened,” he says, straightening his suit jacket, then he frowns down at me as if I’ve been kissing myself for the last five minutes.
Humiliation strums in my middle, and my stomach swirls with nausea from not eating. I should’ve eaten hours ago. Andwhat am I doing arguing with this asshole and letting him kiss me? For weeks he’s been acting like I pissed in his cornflakes, and I have zero clue why.
My brow furrows with self-contempt, and I mentally berate myself for ever letting him near me and not slapping him with a sauce pan the first chance I got.
“Get out of my kitchen!”
My stomach churns and my hands shake with the need to distract myself, so I start collecting dishes from the counter and putting them into the sink. Why did I let him touch me? The hush of water sprays from the faucet, and I am still so acutely aware of him I hear his throat clear over the noise.
I look over my shoulder to find him leaning back against the bare wall on the opposite side of the room.
“I apologize,” he says, like he wasn’t sliding his tongue into my mouth not even a minute ago.
My shoulders go up and back. “For what? Nothing happened, remember?”
“For thinking kissing you would help calm you down just a tad. You need a good shag, and sorry to burst your bubble, but I am not the one to give it to you.” He winks and presses a spot on the wall, a wide grin on his face. The fireplace moves—because of course it does.
