she kissed me back with just as much anger in her. We were both furious and worked up and fucking addicted to each other, but I couldn’t let this happen.
I wrenched away from her with a groan of frustration, tasting blood where she’d bitten me and turning my back on her as I clawed my fingers into my hair and tried to calm down.
“Coward,” she snarled, lighting my blood with even more rage.
“I can’t be with you like this,” I replied, refusing to look at her or rise to the bait of her words. “I’m too fucking angry, I’ll be too rough with you.”
“Maybe I want you to be rough with me,” she snapped. “Maybe I want to feel your rage in every piece of my flesh and drown in it. Maybe I don’t want to be the broken girl who you have to be soft with all the damn time.”
A cushion hit me on the back of the head then another. I whirled around in time to catch the third, tossing it aside and accidentally knocking a lamp over, but I didn’t give a shit about that.
“Don’t push me, Winter,” I warned her, but the fire in her eyes wouldn’t be put out that easily.
She strode towards the coffee table, snatched a glass of scotch from it, took a long sip as she approached me then threw the rest of it straight in my face.
I yelled something unintelligible at her and I grabbed her, throwing her down onto the couch and pinning her beneath me as my lips found hers, tasting the scotch between our mouths as it dripped out of my hair. I was pretty sure that glass broke as she dropped it too, but I couldn’t concentrate on the sound of breaking glass when I was consumed with desire for the girl beneath me.
Winter moaned into my mouth as I kissed her hard enough to bruise, driving her down into the cushions and fighting with myself over whether or not I really believed she wanted this. If I hurt her or frightened her then I’d never forgive myself for it, but at the same time I was angry as hell and aching to claim her body as mine and give her every reason in the world to want it to stay that way.
Her hand pressed against my chest, pushing me back and I groaned as I sat up, but my frustration was short lived as she climbed into my lap and kissed me again, that green dress riding up over her thighs as her hands fisted in my hair.
I grabbed the lapels of the jacket I’d draped around her and yanked hard enough to pop the buttons open and rip some of them too as I shoved the thing off of her.
“This is why I don’t want you wearing this dress, Winter,” I growled as my hands ran down her bare back, caressing every inch of her scarred flesh and dragging her even closer to me. “Because it makes men want to do this to you.”
“I don’t care what anyone else wants to do with me,” she hissed back. “I care about what it makes you want to do, and so far, I’m enjoying the effect.”
She tugged at the front of my shirt as she kissed me again, yanking it out of my waistband before pushing it down my shoulders as she ground herself against my throbbing cock.
I ripped the thing off then stood suddenly, gripping her ass as I lifted her and carrying her in the vague direction of the bedroom. She crossed her ankles behind my back, her fingernails gouging lines into my shoulders as she held onto me, showing me how angry she still was and taking it out on my flesh.
A snarl escaped me at the bite of pain and I slammed her back against the closest wall before I could overthink it, knocking a framed picture from the wall with the vibrations and earning myself a lust-filled moan from her in response.
“You’re impossible,” I hissed as I used one hand to hold her there and hooked the other beneath her thigh, slipping her panties aside so that I could feel how wet she was for me with a groan of desire.
“You’re a caveman,” she bit back, trying to unhook my belt despite the fact that there wasn’t so much as an inch of space between us.
“No. I’m a mountain man and I think you’re just as savage as me, baby doll.” I