fuck if it doesn’t make me want to force her jaw open so I can kiss her in a way that reminds her exactly who she belongs to.
Slamming her forearms against the table, she leans toward me, her lips a thin line and her shirt falling lower so I’m getting a nice view of her tits.
When my eyes drop down and back up again, the corner of her mouth quirks. “Like what you see?”
“Actually, yeah.”
“Then take a good, long look, Ezra. Because that’s all you’ll be doing since I’ll never let you touch me again.”
I lean forward to mirror her posture, our faces only inches away.
“That’s a nice lie you’re telling yourself. It’s a shame I don’t believe it.”
She leans closer to me.
“That’s a nice fantasy you have, but you might want to wake up and realize I’m not yours to boss around anymore.”
Fuck!
This isn’t working.
How the hell did we go from quiet and cordial to being at each other’s throats within two seconds of being alone?
This is what we do to each other. I draw out her fire, and she drives me so far up a wall that I want to tear the damn room apart just to keep from touching her.
“I never bossed you around.”
She laughs, the sound anything but funny. “You sure as hell tried.”
And she wouldn’t let me every time I tried. Which is one of the reasons she’s perfect. And also one of the reasons she’s a giant pain in the ass.
“Everything okay?”
Perfectly in sync, Emily and I turn our heads to look over at Damon, and then sit back in our seats to act casual.
“Everything’s fine,” she says.
“Yep. Great,” I add.
Damon glances between us. “You sure? Because that looked like one hell of a heated discussion.”
Emily smiles when Damon slides into the booth beside her.
“We’re sure. We were just talking about the past.”
A grin stretches his lips, his eyes locking on her with way too much interest behind them.
“Oh yeah? What about the past?”
After flicking a look at me, Emily answers.
“I was just reminding Ezra that he’s an arrogant ass.”
Damon’s brows shoot up, but he laughs it off.
“Can’t argue there.”
“Yeah,” I interrupt, drawing both their attention my way.
“And I was just reminding Emily of how she’s a giant pain in the ass.”
Turquoise eyes lock on mine.
“You never said that.”
“I didn’t?” Rubbing a thumb across my lip, I grin. “Weird. I must have just thought it.”
We go silent, our stare a clash of swords across the table. Her scowl deepens when I smirk.
“Okay,” Damon says cautiously, his eyes dancing between us again, “well, Shane said the van is all ours. We just need to stop by his place to grab the keys.”
I force my stare away from a redheaded nightmare sitting across the table.
“Perfect. We’ll take the Jeep after we finish eating and grab the van.”
“I can follow in my car,” Em suggests.
“You’ll go with us,” I say, not bothering to look at her.
“I’ll do whatever the hell I want.”
My eyes slide to her then, every muscle in my body tight.
I’m about one snapped word away from dragging her across the table and shutting her up with my cock or my tongue.
She must recognize the look on my face because heat paints her pale cheeks a rosy pink, her full lips softening and her eyes so damn liquid that I’m staring at a bottomless sea.
“Just go with us, Red. We can bring you back to your car when we’re done.”
At what point did my hothead for a brother become the voice of fucking reason? It’s pissing me off.
Emily is the one to break our stare this time, her lips curling into a sweet smile when she turns to Damon.
“Fine.”
Oh, sure.
Argue with me, but then listen to him.
This friendship is bullshit.
The food arrives, and even eating becomes a silent war between Em and me.
I bite into my burger like I’m biting her ass, and she snaps her front teeth down on her fries like she used to do to my thumb every time I pulled that rebellious mouth open to take what I wanted.
The entire twenty minutes are spent with me staring her the fuck down and her casting me little pissed off glances before she turns those blue-green eyes back to Damon looking like a freaking angel.
I’m not sure I’ll survive six weeks of this crap, and I realize ground rules will need to be set between us before it gets out of hand.
In truth, I can’t figure out why I’m so mad. All I