Page 38 of Ravage

She grimaces. "I don't do relationships."

I shrug. "Did I say I wanted a relationship?"

She studies me with a disbelieving expression. "You seem like the relationship type."

I let out a bitter laugh. "So, because we slept together once, you think you've got me all worked out?"

"No," she snaps. "But I know guys like you. You want the wife and the kids and all that normal stuff. Stuff that I have no interest in."

Growing frustrated, I turn her so that her back is against the wall and step in close, placing my hand just above her head as I lean in close. "Don't tell me what I want, Imogen. Because you have no fucking idea what I want when I look at you."

Her eyes widen for a fraction of a second, before arousal takes over, and her gaze drifts to my lips. "And what do you want, Cam?"

I grip her chin, feeling the shift in energy surrounding us both. "I want to fuck you again."

Her lips curl upwards. "Yeah? Need to get me out of your system by fucking me one more time."

The smile I give her in return is filled with all my frustration and desire. "Oh Imogen. Who said anything about it being justonce?" I bring my lips to her ear. "When we fuck again, you'll be begging me for more. I'm under your skin now, and once won't be enough for you." I push off the wall and watch her swallow hard, desire burning in her eyes as she stares up at me. "The ball is in your court, Imogen. I'm not interested in doing this little dance anymore. So when you're ready to admit you want this as much as I do, just let me know."

I turn away, anger and arousal swirling in my gut. This woman is driving me crazy, and we haven't even been on a single date yet.

I feel a tug on my arm and swing around to face her again. She reaches up to grip the back of my head and yanks my face down to hers.

"You're going to regret saying that, Cameron Collins. Because if you're under my skin, I'm buried so far inside yours that my name is imprinted there. And you can't handle me."

I kiss her hard, pushing her back against the wall again as I pull her head back by her hair, holding her captive as I suck her tongue into my mouth. She moans and presses herself against me, gripping the front of my shirt in her fist. I breathe her in, the heady scent of her perfume driving me crazy and causing me to grind myself against her when she wraps her leg around my thigh. A kiss like this is not meant to happen in such a public place. But that doesn't stop me from pressing in closer and nipping at her lower lip while I wrap her hair around my fist and pull her head even further back.

"I can handle you, Imogen. We've already proved that on Friday night, when you were coming so hard, you were seeing stars." I push my hips forward to press my hard cock against her core. "It's you who seems to be the one who can't handle me. But don't worry." I grip her hip and dig my fingers into her round arse cheek. "We'll ease you into it." I kiss her again, even harder this time, feeling her melt into my chest. "Yeah, you'll love it when I fuck this insolent little mouth." I bite her lip, just hard enough to make her gasp. "And when I slide myself in here." I thrust lightly, aware enough of our audience to make sure it's barely noticeable tothose watching while she feels it right against her clit. "You'll be screaming my name."

I release my hold on her and step back, sliding my thumb along my bottom lip as I watch her struggle to regain her breath.

"Let me know when you're brave enough to follow through, Imogen."

And with that, I walk away, determined not to be the one doing the chasing anymore.

17

YOU WERE PRETTY DAMN SKILLED

IMOGEN

Damn that man.

Ever since Cam's dominating display on Saturday night, my libido has been in fucking overdrive, and no amount of solo time with my vibrator has been able to fix it. Everything about that exchange had me questioning all my previous assumptions about him. The laid back, good boy persona appears to be a front for something darker. Something that is calling to me, because it senses the darkness that is so much like my own.

We've already slept together, and I'd gotten a hint at the dominance then, but that was nothing compared to how he spoke to me on Saturday night.

"You are bashing those keys like the computer has done something wrong," Sebastian says, not bothering to look up from his own computer.

We've been working together in silence all morning, and I know he saw everything between Cam and I, but he hasn't asked for details.

Which is a relief. Because Annika has been blowing up myphone ever since I walked out of the bar on shaky legs and went home to deal with my stupid feelings.

"Leave me alone," I grumble, continuing to bash the keys while I write an email that I will definitely need to leave in my drafts, to review when I'm calmer, before hitting send.

The club manager in Adelaide will probably cry otherwise, and they've done nothing to deserve my wrath.

"I was of the belief that I had been doing just that for the last several hours," he says, looking up with one eyebrow raised. "It doesn't appear to be helping though, because you've been sighing and grumbling to yourself the entire time."

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