Page 126 of Always Red (Chasing Red 2)

een insistent earlier, trying to find out what was bothering me, but I had refused to tell him. When he heard me tell Damon about it, that’s probably when he lost his temper.

If I switched our roles and I’d heard him talking to another girl about what had been bothering him all night, I would have been hurt and angry too.

But still…he had no right to act the way he did, dragging me like a child, ordering me around like I was his property.

He turned around. My eyes lowered, and I felt the blush creeping in my cheeks as I took in his nakedness. He was completely at ease with his body, and why wouldn’t he be? He was hard and lean all over.

Memories of what we’d shared a few minutes ago flitted through my mind. I bit my lip to keep from groaning out loud when I felt the soreness between my legs.

“Does this bother you?” He gestured. “Does this make you feel uncomfortable?”

“Just…” I cleared my throat. “Put some pants on, Caleb.”

He watched my face for a moment. “No,” he said.

I looked up at him, noticed the narrowing of his eyes. He was still angry.

“You’re being childish,” I accused.

“Am I? You’re the one who keeps blowing off my questions.”

“I’m not…”

Frustrated, I dragged my fingers through my hair. I rose from the bed, looking for my dress. When I spotted it, I let out a frustrated sigh. It was in tatters; Caleb had ripped it to pieces. There was no way I could wear it again.

When I looked back at him, there was a self-satisfied smirk on his face. Annoyed, I grabbed the dress and threw it at his face.

Of course he caught it easily.

“Very mature,” he commented dryly.

“One more word,” I warned, shooting him a glare.

He made a show of zipping his lips, and I narrowed my eyes at him. His stance was insolent as he angled his head and raised his brows in challenge.

Well, good. I was ready for a challenge.

“Do you know how much this dress cost?”

When he shrugged carelessly, I wanted to stuff the expensive tattered dress down his throat.

“I’ll just buy you a new one.”

I closed my eyes and counted to ten. When that didn’t work, I started taking deep breaths.

Okay, I mentally praised myself as my temper started to calm down a bit. Okay.

Picking up his dress shirt, I put it on and hastily buttoned it closed—what was left of the buttons, anyway. I grabbed his dress pants next and threw them at him. The belt was still around the hoops of his pants, and it made a clunking sound as he caught them in his big, stupid hands.

I wished it would hit him in the face instead.

“Put those on,” I demanded. “I’m not going to have a discussion with you when you’re naked.”

“You’ve definitely done more than discussing with me when I’m naked,” he challenged.

My eyes widened in incredulity. Was he trying to provoke me?

He appeared relaxed, but I knew he was still upset by the gleam in his eyes and the unspoken dare I heard in his tone.

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