Page 225 of Love Me Stalk Me
Not actual anger, but fierce determination, unbridled passion, and unstoppable resolve flashing in Izzy's eyes as she sits up like she's been possessed.
And then?—
She launches herself at me.
"WHY," she wails, her hands on my shoulders, toppling me over as I barely manage to brace myself before we hit the floor with a thud.
I grunt, blinking up at the ceiling, Izzy fully on top of me now, her knees bracketing my hips, her palms pressed against my bare chest as she glares down at me.
"Why what?" I ask, half laughing, half wheezing because she did not hold back.
"WHY WILL YOU NOT SLEEP WITH ME?"
I blink.
Then, I laugh. Full-on, deep-belly, can't-fucking-breathe laughter.
She slaps my chest.
"Cal! This is not funny!"
"It's kind of funny."
She glares harder, scowling. "Do you hate me?"
I grab her wrists, flipping her onto her back in one swift move, pinningher beneath me.
"Yeah, Izzy. I hate you so much that I spent half an hour worshipping your body with my mouth."
Her cheeks flame, but she's not deterred.
"Then why," she grits out, thrashing beneath me, "are you denying me this?"
"Denying you?" I scoff, tightening my grip on her wrists, keeping her pinned to the floor. "Pretty girl, do you think I have any self-control left after what you just did to me?"
She narrows her eyes, shifting her hips beneath me.
I groan, my muscles tensing, my cock already stirring again, because of course, she's a fucking menace.
"Then what's the problem?" she demands.
I lean in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, my voice a gravelly whisper.
"Because when I finally take you, Izzy? You won't be able to walk the next day."
She freezes.
I tighten my hold on her wrists, dragging my nose down the side of her neck, inhaling her scent, her warmth, the lingering wine and sweat and sex on her skin.
"And once I do?" I continue, my voice a dark promise.
I let go of her hands, sliding my palms up her thighs, her waist, gripping her ribs, feeling the rise and fall of her breath beneath my fingers.
"There won't be a moment where I don't need you," I murmur. "Every time you walk into a room, I'll clear it just to bend you over the nearest surface."
Her body trembles. I drag my thumb over her bottom lip, pressing just enough to make her mouth part.
"You'll be begging for a break, pretty girl," I whisper. "So enjoy it while you can."
