He didn’t need this shit from her.
He didn’t need this shit from anyone.
He got enough shit thrown at him from his ex.
Cabrera had been poking at him and poking at him to get a reaction.
He was done with being fucking poked.
Now it was time to react.
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His lips were pulled tight.A muscle jumped in his cheek. A searing heat filled his gray eyes. His chest pumped almost as quickly as hers.
Almost, but she had him beat.
Her pussy pulsed and her nipples strained against her T-shirt, hoping for a touch, a brush. Anything.
Going head-to-head with him and fighting for herself got her blood rushing, her juices flowing.
He was so absolutely fucking frustrating.
So, why, why,whydid Cami want to rip off his damn clothes and ride his cock until she was covered in sweat and left completely exhausted and satisfied?
It was official. She had lost her damn mind.
Yes, he was hot. However, it wasn’t his looks that attracted her.
Her excuse had to be she never backed down from a challenge.
And Crew was a big one.
It was the only reason that made sense.
The man wanted to prevent her from doing her job. One she was fully capable of doing. One she was trained for and good at.
If he thought by challenging her and questioning her skills, he would make her walk away, he was so damn wrong.
Screw that.All it did was make her burrow deeper. Make her more determined to prove him wrong.
And she would. Not only with task force business but with how he was denying what he wanted from her. The real reason he wanted her to leave the task force. Not because she wasn’t capable but so he would no longer be tempted.
She could see it plain as day in his face. In the way he held himself.
He was fighting it.
He was beating himself up over it.
Guilt.
He was full of guilt.
And besides that kiss by the pool, they hadn’t even done a damn thing yet.
Neither had crossed that line. A very thin line that could easily be blurred. It would only take one of them making the next move.
Who would it be? Who would break first?