Page 23 of Regret

“Yup.” She took another big gulp of whiskey. “And I’m sorry to say that it ain’t very high.”

“Says the one sitting at my kitchen counter in her bra.”

Scarlet looked down at her chest, and back up at him. “And it seems like I’m not planning on covering up real soon either.”

Hunter walked to the living room, picked up her duffel bag, and placed it on the counter in front of her with a loud thud. “I’m pretty sure you’ll find something to cover up with in there.”

“Now why would I want to cover up?” She was such a tease—and she fucking loved it. They’d only known each other a few hours and it already seemed like they could easily kill each other. But Hunter was still a man, and Scarlet knew men. They were easy, they were cheap, and they had no fucking self-control—especially when it came to well-endowed women like her. Breasts had always been, and always would be a man’s Achilles’ heel.

He leaned over the counter, his face yet again inches from hers. “Because you do not want to know what happens when a woman plays games with me.”

She also leaned closer, not willing to back down even an inch. “Who says I’m playing games?”

“Then what the hell are you doing?”

She shrugged. “Who says I’m trying to do anything?”

Hunter licked his lips and it totally distracted her. The way he slowly dragged his tongue across his lower lip, the way his mouth glistened with temptation threw her off her game for more than a few seconds. As if that wasn’t enough, he had to go bite his teeth into his lower lip as well, like a predator that was staring into the eyes of the one thing that could satisfy his hunger.

He pulled back. “Get dressed, Scarlet.”

After reaching into a cabinet, he placed a glass in front of her. “Now pour yourself a drink and stop infesting my whiskey with whatever germs you have carrying around in that dirty little mouth of yours. God knows where it’s been.”

She leaned back in the chair. “I’d say fuck you, but I don’t want you to get the wrong impression again.”

He smirked. “And what impression is that exactly?”

She grabbed the whiskey and poured herself a drink. “That I’d like to fuck you, when the truth is I don’t want to get infested with whatever STD you’re carrying around on that dick of yours. God knows where it’s been.”

Their eyes remained locked on each other as Hunter started to slowly move around the kitchen counter toward her. For some unexplainable reason her heart started to beat faster with every step he took. This man had a swagger, the confidence that could melt the panties off any woman—lucky for her she wasn’t just any woman. But there was something about Hunter, about the way he looked at her, how he talked, how he moved. He seemed so calm, but there was a wild, untamed look in his eyes and somehow it managed to suck her in. With every step he took, moving his body closer to hers, he exuded a kind of feral power that seemed so much stronger than her iron will. Nothing about this man was simple and pure. Raw sexuality seemed to bleed out of him all the damn time. Even though Scarlet had specificneedsand a certain way she liked those needs met, she couldn’t stop the images of his hard body pressed up against hers flashing through her mind. Hunter might be a pain in her ass, but he was a very attractive pain in her ass.

He stopped next to her and, unable to back down, she turned in her seat, letting them come face to face, allowing him to move in between her legs. When she felt his body against her inner thighs, she had to fight the urge to move her hips in search of him.

Without warning, he reached up and grabbed a fist full of her hair, pulling her head back with a violent tug.

She gasped as pain stung her scalp, but the pain spread down her spine, turning into a strong electric current as it shot straight down to her core, causing her to suck in a breath.That was new.

Leaning closer, he brushed his cheek against hers, and she closed her eyes, loving the rough feel of his five o’clock shadow against her skin—not to mention his wild spice and sandalwood scent that suddenly smelled so damn good.

She felt him flexing subtly against her and she couldn’t stop the soft moan that rolled over her lips.

“You might not know where my cock’s been,” he whispered against her ear, his voice sending a wave of heat down her spine, “but I know where you want it to be.” Abruptly, he let go of her hair and stepped back. Scarlet almost fell off the damn chair, not realizing she was leaning into him.

When she looked at his face, she saw his cocky, arrogant grin, which told her that he just got the reaction he wanted out of her—the reaction he expected. Damn, the fucker played her like a goddamn fiddle. Son of a bitch.

She was so lost in the power of that moment she couldn’t even think straight, trying to come up with something to say. He smiled and lifted his eyebrows at her. “Now get control over that body of yours and shake that horny look off your face. We have lots to talk about.”

Fucking bastard.

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