That look that said he was, indeed, gonna f**k me.
Nope.
Unh-unh.
No way.
I stood my ground, hands on hips.
“No, you’re not. We have to talk. We have a lot of talking to do and we’re going to do it. Now.”
Mace moved around me and I had to pivot to stay facing him.
Suddenly, he stopped and then started walking forward.
As I was in front of him, I had no choice but to walk back.
I put a hand to his chest. “Stop. Listen to me –” He didn’t stop and he was clearly not listening to me.
His hands came to my waist right before I would have fal en down the stairs. He lifted me and I was forced to throw my arms around his shoulders.
“Seriously, Mace. This isn’t gonna happen. I’m too tired and we have a lot to talk about. We need to talk about it.”
“Seriously, Kitten, this is gonna happen. We can talk later,” he returned and put me on my feet beside the bed.
I did the hands on h*ps thing again.
“You’re beginning to piss me off,” I informed him.
He put a hand in my bel y and gave me a shove, gentle enough not to be rough, rough enough to send me flying.
I bounced on the bed and tried to whirl but he got hold of my ankles and twisted me back. Then he pul ed my legs wide and came down on top of me, his h*ps sliding between my legs, his jeans rubbing against the insides of my thighs.
I had to admit, I liked that.
Like, a lot.
“Mace!” I shouted.
His mouth came to my neck as his hands started moving on my body. They felt nice, warm and strong.
Effing hel !
“You gonna yel through this or what?” he asked my neck.
“Yes,” I snapped.
“That’l be new,” he muttered and then I felt his tongue behind my ear.
That felt nice too.
Hello? Inner Mace Slut? Take a hike! We have talking to do, we have to get our head together, we have to get our life back into our control, my brain reminded me.
I turned my head to disengage Mace’s mouth from my neck.
“Honestly, Mace –” I started to say but he lifted his head and looked in my eyes as his fingers slid into the wet hair on either side of my face.
I saw his eyes were alert, energized, aroused.