Page 32 of Boulder's Weight

We glare at each other for a moment, both breathing hard.

Then, to my surprise, Kelsey starts laughing.

It begins as a giggle, then grows until she's doubled over.

"What's so funny?" I ask, confused by her reaction.

"Your face," she gasps between laughs. "You looked... so offended. Like he'd... insulted your honor or something."

I can't help but crack a smile. "Yeah, well. No one touches what's mine."

The words slip out before I can stop them.

Kelsey's laughter dies immediately, her eyes widening.

"What'syours?" she repeats, her voice dangerously quiet.

Shit.

I'm still riding the adrenaline high from the confrontation, plus the tequila's making my tongue looser than it should be.

"Figure of speech," I mutter, even though we both know it's not.

She steps closer, her eyes searching my face. "Is that what I am to you, Boulder? Yours?"

The air between us crackles with tension.

I should backpedal, make a joke, anything to diffuse this moment. But I don't want to.

"Maybe you are," I say, my voice low. "Maybe I want you to be."

For a heartbeat, she's perfectly still.

Then she grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me down to her, crashing her lips against mine.

The kiss is violent, all teeth and tongue, and I back her against the nearest wall, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.

She moans into my mouth, the sound going straight to my cock.

"Your place," I manage to say between kisses. "Now."

We practically run the few blocks back to her apartment, unable to keep our hands off each other.

The minute her door closes behind us, I have her pinned against it, my mouth on her neck, my hands pushing up her shirt.

"I can't believe you hit him," she gasps as I bite down on the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder.

"I'd do it again," I growl, lifting her so she can wrap her legs around my waist. "Anyone who touches you gets hurt."

"So possessive," she breathes, her head falling back against the door as I grind against her. "It's fucking hot."

I carry her to the bed, our clothes leaving a trail behind us.

By the time I lay her down, she's in nothing but her panties, her skin flushed and her eyes wild.

"God, look at you," I murmur, taking in the sight of her spread out beneath me. "Fucking perfect."

I strip off my remaining clothes, my cock already hard and ready for her.

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