my voice.”
“Because she killed my friend and she’s so damn selfish, she doesn’t care if she kills somebody else.” He folded his arms, glaring at Page.
Page slammed the coffee mug on the table, this time some spilled over. “I didn’t kill anybody. And by the way…anybody going into the drug-infested jungles of Colombia is aware they may not make it back home. We all go into this without blinders. I’m taking a shower. Maybe I can wash the ridiculousness of your accusations off me.” She huffed away; a woman ensured he wasn’t getting it any-fucking-way. Why even try?
Judy just shook her head, resigned to the fact: this was not going to be an easy feat. Mano and Page were oil and water. Mano wasn’t going to give up, and Page wouldn’t either. This was going to be complicated at best. She rushed around, wiping up coffee, shaking her head at Mano in disbelief, and thinking of all the crazy this was going to invite into her world too. How could things turn on a dime so quickly?
Page ripped off her clothes and turned the cold on the shower up as high as she could stand it. She needed to wake up from her nightmare. Sonofabitch even took my coffee away from me. Bastard! She stood with her face to the water and willed it to wash away the stress she was feeling—the stress Mano had put on her. She hated the way Mano could get under her skin. He wasn’t the kind of man you just ignored and wished away. She laughed when she thought about a commercial her mother used to laugh at: ‘there would be no washing this man out of her hair.’
“What’s so funny?”
The bass in his voice sliced through the air bringing her back to her new reality. Her eyes shot open, and she jumped and turned around, almost stumbling into him. Mano was standing in front of her in the shower butt ass naked. Her face bloomed red when she saw his huge cock was hard. How in the hell did he come in without her even hearing him? She was so ‘in her own head’ she wasn’t paying attention to the predator. Life. Had. Changed. She was going to have to be aware—in tune with the things and the man who had thrust themselves upon her.
“What in the hell are you doing. Mano?” It was a question that came from fear as well as desire.
He pressed against her and moved her wet hair over. His lips planted kisses up and down her neck until he reached her sweet spot and bit down between her neck and shoulder. The goosebumps on her flesh rose in agreement to his touch. She couldn’t even trust her body to resist him.
Okay…this isn’t a fair fight. She could feel her knees becoming weak. No matter how much she hated him, there was no denying she was sexually attracted to him. Chemistry was not something she could reason with. Brain-tilt wasn’t a time to have a reasonable conversation with your body. Any articulation was out the window on wings of flight.
“I’m making you mine.” His husky voice and hand twisting the handful of hair he had clutched in it was an outward sign he meant business. “Get your hands up on that fucking shower wall and don’t move them,” he growled. He twisted her around so quickly she had no choice but to obey. He pulled her hips out and licked his lips when he had a full access view of her sex. His fingers clenched both sides of her ass as he slid up into her.
She pushed back against him, and ironically all the stress she’d been feeling began to dissipate. How in the hell could one man cause so many different emotions?
“Damn, girl. I knew you’d feel good, but I had no fucking idea,” he hissed between clenched lips. “You are so fucking tight.” He pulled his full length out, watching his cock invade her. He slowly pushed back in, teasing her with the agony of making her wait. “Oh, you like that, baby girl. I can feel your pussy clenching around me in need. You have never been fucked like this.” When she whimpered, it sent him into overdrive. He slid a hand around her waist and teased her clit as his thrusts became more urgent.
“Oh fuck, that feels so good. I hate you,” she groaned.
“I hate you too, brat.” He pulled her hips back further and