“Let’s just say I’m not the girl people stick around for. I’m not strong like Liv or clever like Jules. I’m the one who fucks things up.”
“That’s bullshit.”
His vehemence makes my breath catch.
“Really? When you took Andy to his grandparents, you didn’t want me with you.”
Daniel folds his arms, his muscles flexing. “I didn’t want you with me because they would see the way I look at you.”
His rough words start a match low in my stomach, a heat that grows and swells.
“You’re a game I can’t stop playing. A puzzle I won’t quit solving. I’m obsessed with you, and it’s not going away.”
My pulse skips. We’re a breath apart, but it feels like a mile.
His expression is a storm of emotions. He reaches for the belt on my robe and tugs me closer.
His lips brush across mine, clinging, probing.
It’s deliberate, and even when I kiss him back, I’m not at all prepared for the way he hooks an arm around my robed waist and drags my hips to his.
Desire deepens into a throbbing pleasure from how he’s touching me arguing that he’s not doing nearly enough.
Yes, I want him.
Wantthis.
When he lifts his head an inch, his eyes are dark and half-lidded.
“I could build a fortress out of all the reasons we shouldn’t do this, Kat. But I don’t care anymore. Not tonight, and not tomorrow morning.” His mouth ghosts over mine. “Let me take you to bed.”
21
KAT
Istare him down.
Yes.
I’m going to fuck Daniel.
Judging by the expression on his face, he’s intending to fuck me.
We’ll argue about who’s fucking who later.
When his hands stroke my lower back, slide down to my ass, I moan against his mouth.
He backs me across the carpet and into the hall.
“Bedroom,” he murmurs through kisses.
“Overrated,” I reply, making him chuckle.
But when my bare feet are sensitive from scraping across the carpet and the backs of my knees hit a soft edge, I look up at him.
I grab the hem of his shirt and pull hard, tugging it over his head and off with his help.
The room is dark, the only light from the hallway, so I feel my way across his heaving chest and abs.