“Yep.”
I felt my eyes narrow. “Is this another part of being in your world?”
“Nope,” he returned. “This is another part of being with me.”
“So, what you’re saying is, you’re not going to treat me to dinner or any attempts to woo me.”
His lips curved and he asked, “Woo you?”
“Woo me!” I snapped.
His lips curved deeper into a full on amused smile. “No, Red, I’m not gonna attempt to woo you.”
“Not liking that,” I clipped and his brows went up again.
“Are you shittin’ me?”
“No!” I cried. “I deserve to be wooed!”
“Right, then I’ll amend my statement. I’ll woo you by gettin’ you off as many times as I can with my mouth, fingers and cock, cookin’ for you when I have time, not firin’ your ass when you f**k shit up, which is often, and puttin’ up with your bullshit. Bullshit like now when you’re playin’ even more games because you know I like it when you also know what you really wanna do is kiss me.”
“Actually, handsome, I don’t want to kiss you. I want to kick you.”
His smile came back. “Bullshit games.”
“No, seriously, Tack, if I could land one right now, I’d kick you. Unfortunately, you have me pressed to a wall so I don’t have room to move.”
His lips came back to a breath away but his eyes stayed locked to mine and he went on quietly, “While I cook for you, while we eat it and after I f**k you, I’ll also listen to you when you tell me about that roller coaster you jumped off and why you haven’t had a man before me that you tied yourself to. That’s another way I’ll woo you, baby, but that’s all you’ll get from me. That said, that’ll be enough for you because you’ll like it just like you like it right now.”
“Correction, Tack, I don’t like it right now. I’m pissed right now.”
“Feel good?” he asked.
“No!” I snapped.
“You feel alive?”
I closed my eyes.
Seriously. I hated it when he was right.
I felt his lips brush mine and I opened my eyes to look right into his.
“You feel alive,” he declared quietly.
“Annoying,” I muttered.
I felt his lips smile against mine as I felt his hand shift down then slide up under my top so his fingers could curl around my side, skin against skin.
I held my breath.
Tack held my gaze then his lips slid from mine down my cheek to my ear as his fingers lightly stroked my skin at my side.
“Straight up, baby, no excuse but that night, after they took you, hooded you, bound you and held you for three hours, I was not in a good state. I already had issues with these guys. But I was pissed. I was worried. I was feeling things bigger than I expected when it came to you but mostly you being in danger and I took that out on you. I shouldn’t have. I let you go because I f**ked up and needed to give you time. You had your time. Now your time is up.”
I was feeling things bigger than I expected when it came to you...
Oh God. That seriously got to me and the foregone conclusion was cemented in my brain. So much, my body relaxed and melted into his.