“You like me pissed off?”
“No. I like not knowin’ what to expect. I like that even though you say I scare you, you are not scared of me. The way you face off against me, you’re not scared. Not one f**kin’ bit. I like that you don’t hesitate to speak your mind. I like that you don’t hide your emotions. I like that when you get pissed, you just do and let it all hang out. You don’t store up that shit and let it explode all over the f**kin’ place when I least expect it. So, yeah. I like it. Definitely.”
How did he do that? Answer questions that had no good answers with a good answer.
“You’re still pissed,” Tack observed, clearly feeling my vibe.
“Well, yeah.”
“Why?”
“Because you have good answers to questions that have no good answers and that’s annoying.”
“Why is that annoying?”
“Because I’m a woman. We get annoyed at all sorts of things that make no sense.”
“Now who has a good answer to a question that doesn’t have a good answer?”
Argh!
Sharp as a freaking tack!
“Now you’re annoying because you’re too clever for my own good,” I informed him then I found myself on my back with Tack on top of me, his face so close to mine I could feel his goatee tickling my chin.
“She’s gettin’ it,” he muttered.
“Getting what?”
“Why we work.”
I felt my breath start to get heavy so I had to force out my, “And why’s that?”
“Because I ain’t stupid and you aren’t stupid either. Because I’m wild and, you let loose from that green tea, salad and no TV shit, so are you. Because people are scared of me but you aren’t. We’re on equal footing, Red. No one has the upper hand.” His lips moved so they were touching mine when he finished, “’Cept you’re a damn sight prettier than me.”
Oh God, he was making me melt at the same time he was turning me on.
“You’re hot,” I told him, my hands sliding up the sleek skin and hard muscle of his back.
“Pleased you think so,” he replied, his hand sliding up the skin of my side.
“No, everyone would think so. Even a nun. She’d pray for your immortal soul but, if pressed, she would have to admit you’re good-looking because it’s a sin to lie.”
His hand stopped at my side and his thumb swept out, grazing the curve of my breast causing a delectable shiver to glide over my skin when he ordered, “Stop bein’ cute, baby. You’re makin’ me hard and I can’t f**k you when the kids are awake.”
My hands slid back down his back, down, down until my fingers curved in his hard ass as I breathed, “You can’t?”
“Fuck no. You’re a moaner.”
“I am?”
“Yeah. Loud.”
Oh God.
“Really?”
“It’s good. Really f**kin’ good when my mouth is on you or my dick’s inside you. When it ain’t good is when Tabby and Rush are down the hall.”