The Bad Boy of Redemption Ranch - Maisey Yates Page 0,55
flush, then he would go ahead and poke away, because he had a feeling it was the way to get that mouth back on his. And he wanted it.
“You did something to me,” she accused, her brown eyes furious.
He’d have laughed if he could breathe.
“It’s called attraction, Pansy. And I wasn’t looking for it any more than you were, but there it is. Why do you think I was parking my truck in all those spaces? So that you could get mad at me again. Because you make sparks inside me, darlin’, and I’ve been cold in there for a long time. You put men in prison, do you know what it’s like? It’s not fun. Your day gets ground down to a tired routine. You forget that you’re a man. Hell, you’re lucky if you remember that you are human and not an animal. I never got wood the whole time I was in there. Dead below the waist. Why? Because there’s nothing to get excited about. Because there’s no point dreaming about a woman or a cheeseburger or soft bed, because you’re not going to get it.”
He took a step toward her. “You...you make me hard. You make me want. And I didn’t want to be into some prissy cop who’s everything I hate in the world, but maybe that’s why. Maybe that’s why I want you. Why I want to push you up against this wall right now and tear your shirt off. I want to see what color your nipples are. See how wet you get between your legs when a man touches you there. Tastes you there. That’s what I want. You. Mindless and naked and mine. And it doesn’t make any sense. Because I could go out to a bar and have a woman I didn’t have to work for. But I don’t want any woman. I want you. All hellfire and angry, biting me while you kiss me.” The color had risen high in her cheeks, her breath coming in short, harsh bursts. “Maybe that’s the thing. Like you said about me. I want it as good as I want it bad. I want it to hurt. I want you to dig your nails into me while you come around me.”
She shrunk back. “You shouldn’t say things like that to me.”
“Should I go say things like that to someone else?”
That seemed to be it. The challenge that broke her.
She growled. Like a feral cat before she launched herself across the distance between them and grabbed hold of his face, kissing him with a hell of a lot more fury than finesse.
But fury was fine with him.
Fury was the substance of his being, and being able to hold it like this, female and soft, small enough to wrap up in his arms and big enough to arouse him more than he could remember ever having been aroused, was all right by him.
She did bite him. Her teeth sinking deep into his lower lip. He wrapped her ponytail around his fist and pulled her head back, separating their mouths, exposing her throat so he could kiss her there. Then he worked his way back to her lips, moving his tongue deep and tasting her.
“You’re a hot little piece,” he growled. “Damn hot.”
“I think that’s insulting,” she said, panting.
“Is it? Because you’re the only one I want. The only one that’s done a damn thing for me in the last four years. You tell me if that’s insulting.”
It was going on more than four years since he’d been with a woman. Ridiculous. And he’d been married about five years before that. A decade since he had a woman other than his ex-wife in his arms.
And he couldn’t even fantasize about the sex they’d had, because she’d ruined it. He was a damn sight past even finding the idea of hate sex with her hot. She had him sent to prison. He had no forgiveness for her in his body.
Pansy wasn’t a fantasy. She was real. She was fire in his arms. He reversed their positions, pressing her against one of the barn walls, then he grabbed her arms and trapped them up over her head, wrapping one hand around her wrist as he continued to kiss her.
She arched into him, those full breasts pressing into his chest. He grinned against her mouth, because he couldn’t help it. Then he bit her right back.
She whimpered, her pelvis moving restlessly against his. He knew exactly what she wanted.