The Rivals - Dylan Allen Page 0,83

lady was eavesdropping?” she sputters.

“Don’t let her hear you call her that, not if you want to live … and she did overhear and thought it would be such shame if you left town without even telling me you were here,” I say.

“How in the world did you know where I was staying?” she asks and tightens her belt.

“My assistant spent all day calling hotels near Rivers Wilde until she found you. And enough with the twenty questions,” I snap.

“Fine, then you can leave.” She pulls the lapels of her robe closed when my eyes drift to her throat.

“I’m not. And it’s too bad about your G-rated neighbors. They put a dent in my plans,” I tell her.

“What plans?” she snaps.

“The ones I had to fuck you so hard you’d see stars and scream my name loud enough that they’d hear you across the street,” I say.

Her entire body flushes, and her hands drop from her neckline and rest on her hips. She leans forward and gives me her most disapproving glare.

“Their presence has nothing on the fact that my body is closed to you right now. There will be no fucking tonight. And don’t call me Tesoro. We’re not that anymore,” she says angrily.

My anger spikes, too, but it’s accompanied by a sting of pain at the way the words flow off her tongue. I know she’s pissed, but it makes me feel like I’ve got a thorn stuck in my side when I hear her say we’re not that anymore. I stalk toward her.

“Then what are we?” I ask and rake my eyes over her body. Her robe is damp and I can see the shadow of her nipples.

“I don’t know, Hayes,” she lies.

“Let me fuck you. You’ll know, then,” I whisper and her eyes widen and she tenses up again.

“That’s not the answer to everything,” she says.

“Take that off.” I nod at her robe.

“No,” she says and tosses her head in defiance. Her towel unravels and falls half off her head, exposing some of her hair. She reaches up to stop its slide and I take a step toward her.

“Don’t, Hayes,” she says, her voice low with warning, but her lips remain parted and her eyelids flutter. My dick gets hard because I know what that look means. Her gown may be drying off, but her pussy is wetter than it was when she got out of the shower.

“Take it off, Tesoro,” I say softly now, and take another step toward her. I’m close enough to grab the belt of her robe.

“I want to. But, I can’t,” she says, like the words ache when her tongue forms them. She gazes at me, her eyes limpid with need. Understanding dawns.

“You want me to take it off?” I ask.

She nods, two sharp ticks of her head and I do an internal fist bump even though I keep my expression neutral. I see the need in her eyes. Want is coming off her in waves. It’s slamming into mine and envelopes us in a haze of longing.

I smile at her, a wolfish grin that says I know I’m going to have what I want. The flat of my hand cups the space right below her belly button and her shoulders lose the tension they’ve been holding.

I watch her face.

She watches my hand.

Her rapid breaths send my hand on a rollercoaster of swells and dips as it glides up the center of her abdomen. Her muscles flex and ripple under my touch.

“Does that feel good, my little treasure?” I ask her quietly

She closes her eyes and nods. “Better than anything has ever felt in my life,” she confesses.

I splay my fingers as they pass between her breasts and wrap them gently around her throat. Her pulse races under my fingers.

“What aren’t we?” I ask again.

She opens her eyes and gazes at me. My tigress—her eyes are ablaze with intensity—and yet, I feel how vulnerable she is right now.

“We’re not …” She licks her lips and her throat convulses against my hand.

I lean and press my lips to hers. Our eyes stay open and hers start to melt.

I taste everything I’ve been deprived of for the last month and groan.

“What aren’t we?” I ask her again and tug the belt of her robe. The silk ribbon gives easily and her robe falls open. She gasps—a harsh, uneven breath—and sways forward. She still hasn’t completed her sentence, but the look in her eyes tells me everything I need to know.

“We’re everything, Confidence.” I