Page 66 of Play Fast (Brooklyn Dawn 2)

Oz didn’t reply, just gripped the edge of the door. “Seriously, you don’t want to go there.”

I stepped forward, wedging open the door that much farther. He blew out a breath and stepped back. “What if I do?”

He pivoted to go to the window and braced his hands above his head on the frame.

Quietly, I shut the door behind me. He wore the same faded jeans and T-shirt he’d had on earlier, but he’d long ago ditched the hoodie.

I bit my lip as I studied the tensed muscles in his back, visible even through his tight shirt. I hoped I was doing the right thing.

I moved forward and touched him, letting out a sound at the warmth pumping from his skin.

“Daisy—”

“Don’t ‘Daisy’ me. Did it ever occur to you I know what you need?”

He turned his head, his jaw locked. “You think you know.”

I stepped even closer and slid my hand under the material, lightly dragging my nails over his taut skin. His hiss of breath made me keep going downward and around to the front, where I cupped his hard shaft through the denim. If anything, he seemed to grow in my grip. “Show me.”

His fingers clamped around my wrist, almost bruising in their intensity. It was my turn to hiss. “There isn’t a lot of gentleness in me.” He sounded as if his vocal cords had been scraped raw with shards of glass. “I used up my store with you yesterday. What’s left…isn’t that.”

“Do you see me running away?”

“You have no idea what you’re playing with, virgin. Quit while you’re ahead.”

The derisiveness in his tone would’ve wounded me if I hadn’t recognized it for the distancing tactic it was. He wanted me to run away. To save myself from him.

Little did he know that only drew me more.

“I’m not a virgin anymore.” I shook off his grip until he finally relented and let me go. “You saw to that.”

“The rest of what I’d ‘see to’ would scandalize the fuck out of you. Do us both a favor, and don’t give me a chance.”

I moved around him, wedging myself into the small space between him and the window. I slid my palms up his chest, registering the feel of him under my touch. Hard as granite. Completely unyielding. So hot that I was amazed he didn’t burn me.

He didn’t look down at me, just kept staring out the window at the lake, flat and still under the light of the rising moon.

If this was a battle of wills, he was about to learn just how determined I could be.

Thirteen

This woman had no sense.

She also had no self-respecting fear of the unknown. Me. I was unknown to her. She thought I was still safe Ozzy, Kerry’s older brother. I might growl some, but ultimately, I wasn’t dangerous.

Shit had changed in the years we weren’t in each other’s sphere. I’d changed. Whatever she thought she knew about me was just surface, and she was itching to explore.

Whether or not she could handle it.

“Last warning,” I gritted out as she touched me, her skin so unbearably soft even through my T-shirt. “Walk out of here while you still can.”

Staring up at me, the smudge across her cheek as plain as a thundercloud about to break, she dropped to her knees.

I tried to speak. I wasn’t only afraid for her safety, but my own. I couldn’t control myself when I was riding this edge. If I took things too far and she never forgave me, I would let down my sister.

Again.

Fucking again.

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