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“Likewise, princess!”
“Will you just stop?! I swear if you say another word I’m going to scream!”
“Then scream! Who’s out here? No one. Not your sister. Not Montgomery. No one. So scream all you want, princess. I couldn’t give a fuck.”
“Argh! You’re so…so…”
“So what?!” he hollers back.
“Annoying!”
He lets out a chuckle.
“You think that shit hurts me? Try again, sweetheart.”
“Stop calling me that! I’m not your sweetheart and I’m not a princess.”
“No. You’re the Ice Queen.”
On reflex, I slap him. I slap him so hard it takes the wind out of both our sails. I don’t know why I did it. I have never once lost my control like this, but Owen…he just brings the worst out in me.
He rubs his cheek, red from my slap, and lowers his face inches away from mine.
“Did that make you feel good, princess? Did that finally make you feel like you’re better than me?”
“I am better,” I mumble through gritted teeth, my gaze locked with his.
Another chuckle.
“You might think you are, but we both know you’re not.”
“Shut up, just…shut up.”
“Make me,” he growls, his sweet breath fanning my face.
And before I know what I’m doing, I take his challenge to heart, and make him shut up once and for all.
I kiss him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Owen
It takes me a full-fledged minute before my mind catches up with what’s happening.
I’m kissingtheIce Queen herself, Colleen Richfield.
Only, nothing I touch feels cold to me.
In fact, she feels fucking fantastic melting to my chest, running her fingers through my hair, as her lips continue to press against mine.
“Is this really happening?” I stupidly ask, instead of falling to my knees and thanking my lucky stars it’s happening at all.
“Don’t ruin it, Owen, and just keep kissing me.”
Yes-fucking-ma’am!
I groan into her mouth, my tongue sweeping the seam of her lips, begging for her to grant it access. Surprise is the last thing I feel when she opens her mouth, her wicked tongue seeking mine out.
