Page 110 of Resurfaced Passion

Like something out of Roman times when wars started over relationships.

Because his scowl could have coagulated her blood vessels and when his strides ate up the space between them, she became really excited in her seat, anticipating being plucked into thin air and the life kissed out of her.

Wrong.

His jaw looked tight, like he was chewing wasps as he took a hard right at the last second and headed for the main entryway.

Slick like dread tossed Paige’s belly around as she swiveled on her chair and watched his strong retreating ass leave the clubhouse.

Well then…

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

“Behind door #1 is….” - Paige

A few beats passed, unsure what to do when she heard a throat clearing. “Think my boy wants you to follow him, sweetheart.” Tag piped in.

She turned back to the blond Adonis. Handsome as all get out, if that was what did it for you. “You think so? He looked pretty peeved.”

Tag snorted amusement. Twin dimples on show. “He’s been hound-dog after you for years, sweetheart. Yeah, I think he wants you out there with him and not in here with all of us.”

She was out of her chair a second later. A memory flash had her pausing steps.

Own a man’s cock and you have him for life… wow, she hadn’t thought of that silly statement her teen best friend, Kim, would boast when neither of them had ever even touched a penis at the time.

But was it true, if he’d been so… hound dog over her, did she own him, cock and all?

Her heart spiked into an uneven pattern and her feet carried her to Reaper.

Drawn as always like a moth to his flame.

She found him pacing just outside the doorway. His gorgeous features pulled into a taut scowl, yet his beauty was unmistakable, and she had the suspended sense of another reality where she was falling hard in love with this man.

An unlit cigarette rolling in his fingers. His face blank until he turned to her and then it was full on vehemence. Her belly thickened in a hot fist. Still not loving him any less.

Wow, she really did have those big kind of feelings for him, didn’t she? They felt real and new and old at the same time. Like she’d always been in feelings for Reaper.

“Don’t ever try to make me jealous again, baby.”

She blinked. Yeah, he was pissed, but she saw through it to the bones of his truth.

She owned this big tough guy.

She totally owned all those glorious inches and not only the ones in his jeans.

She eased a smiled. “I just wanted your attention.”

“My attention?” He laughed, the noise sounded wrong, unamusing, banked by the rough quality of his control. “You have no fucking clue at all.” He watched her with heavy lids, the fury no less powerful as he backed her up until she hit the wall behind her, she instinctively pressed her hands to his rock-hard chest, then he placed both of his over her head, caging her in with his piercing eyes and anger coming out of him like steam.

Wowza, she was so turned on.

Was that wrong of her?

Who cared? He was hot as hell when he was riled.

And then he got hotter by grating out. “I’ve beat off roaring your name since the day I fucking met you. You want my attention? You have it. I can’t even smell you without getting hard and craving to lick under the little uniform that drives me fucking insane with how it cups your ass. My attention?You own it.”

Excitement flared in his eyes. She couldn’t help it, the desire was too strong, it controlled her limbs as she rolled her hips forward and heard his hiss.

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