“Do you have something to drink? I’m falling asleep.”
“There’s bottled water in the fridge. Some energy drinks, too. And, oh—bring me a beer while you’re at it.”
Her mouth twisted and she gave me the evil eye. I almost snickered. Good. She turned to go and suddenly she stumbled, off balance and falling.
Before I could even think about it, I bolted out of my seat and caught her before she did a face-plant onto my glass coffee table. My arms closed around her torso, pulling her away from danger as she cursed. “My heel got caught in this goddamn loopy rug!”
As she steadied herself, my arms tightened around her instead of letting go. “I told you to take the shitty things off.”
She tilted her head, looking into my face, eyes narrowing. With the three-inch heels, she was only about four inches shorter than me now, the top of her head reaching my nose. “No. I don’t want to.”
My mouth thinned and defiance formed in her eyes. As frustrating as she was, it was good to see her take a stand. She didn’t do that nearly as often as she should.
Now we were staring at each other and it was getting awkward. She shifted against me and my asshole dick decided this would be a great time to perk up again. I could tell she noticed because the look on her face changed. Her eyes darkened as they dilated and her breathing suddenly quickened.
“You can let me go now,” she said in a voice huskier than normal.
My arms flexed impulsively, as if rebelling at the thought of releasing her, unwilling to give up their prize. The feel of her pressed against me right now was just too good. Too much of what I’d been wanting all night.
“I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t know if you’re safe…not with those stilts attached to your feet.”
She swallowed, and I was suddenly intensely curious as to how she would handle this. Would she rise to the challenge or would she give in? Could I break her this quickly?
Slowly, she shifted, deliberately rubbing her thigh against my erection. A bolt of lightning sizzled right through me, and the slow rise of those lips in a knowing smile told me she knew exactly what she was doing.
She was taking this situation and she was owning it, goddamn her. Well played, Miss Weiss.
I tightened my arms, pulling her against me. My hand moved to the back of her head as my head sank to hers. Now I was the one in control—or at least that was the lie I told myself as I pushed my tongue into her mouth.
