Page 170 of Shadowman
“Are youstillinto him?”
My gaze returns to Byron when I noticehistone has shifted. It’s no longer jeering, and his eyes have gone dark, mouth set in a firm line. He looks indignant. Resentful…
Jealous?
“No…” I murmur quietly, and he blinks.
“Are you sure?” His voice is low, fit to smolder, just like his gaze. “Or isthatwhy you hate Felix Darcey so much? Because he stole the guy you’ve been crushing on for years…”
Tossing the toothbrush into the caddy, I step over to him. “And what if it was?” I witness his jaw tic. It zips a chill up my spine. “Would that be a problem?”
Byron’s expression is unreadable, but I canfeelthat he’s fuming, keeping it locked up tight. That he might be jealous of my latent feelings for Dr. Love is purely titillating. Part of me wants to keep pressing him, to see how far he’s willing to take this.
Mr. I Don’t Do Feelings…
Casual hookups only.
Great story, James Patterson. Tell us another.
“I just think the least you could do is be honest with me,” he rasps, hitting me with something I didn’t expect. A guilt-trip. “After I’ve poured all of my secrets out to you…”
Unease rolls through my stomach. He has a point there as well…Very perceptive, this one.
Inching closer, I take him in. Lying there, peering up at me, a delirious twinkle in his dark eyes. I pause at the edge of the bed, watching his throat dip. It’s unbearably hot, and the tension in the air has turned thicker than smog in an instant.
Dropping onto the bed on my hands and knees, I cage him in. I give him a studious once-over, running my index finger up his inner thigh.
“Fine. Let’s put it this way…” I rumble, watching his full lips part. “I have the same residual feelings for Lemuel that you have for Michelangelo.”
Byron’s gaze narrows as he stands his ground. “That’s not the same…”
“Could be.” I shrug, gaze stuck on his mouth. “Which would mean that Felix Darcey is like my Governor Russo.”
His features shift at my mention of the awful man who stole everything from him. I can practically feel him vibrating. And I’mferalfor it.
There’s a current flowing between us, gazes locked in shared scorn, some rather powerful chemistry snapping like a live wire.
“Want to taste some sweet revenge, Raphael?” I hum. “I’ll feed it to you…”
His eyes are coveting my lips as he nods. Subtly, but still. He’s on board.My limbs are quivering with thrill.
“We’re inside the bedroom of the fucker who killed your friend,” I murmur. “Let us not squander this opportunity.”
His eyes sparkle, a smirk forming on his perfect mouth to mirror my own. “They could show up any minute…”
“Mmm…” I bite my lip.
Both of our chests are suddenly moving quicker with heavy breaths as Byron arches up to me… And my heart stops beating.
Intentionally or not, he’s been teasing me since we met. Taunting me with his proximity, giving me a taste and then pulling away—really toying with the addict in me. And on somelevel, I think he likes it; being my dealerandmy drug. Knowing I’ll doanythingto keep getting my fix.
I’ve been aching for his hot mouth to overpower mine since the first time I saw him. I want his lips bruising my own, his tongue in my mouth, his teeth biting me… I’m dying for the passion I knowhe’sdying to unleash on someone.
But just when I think I might get it—as my lashes flutter and I lean into the brooding fighter, whose hungry gaze is zeroed in on my waiting mouth—he abruptly flips me. In a flash, he’s on top, pinning me to the mattress.
“That’s what you want, isn’t it?” He curls his fingers around my throat. “Doctor Daddy findingyouin his boyfriend’s bed…”
I arch up into him, eyes lidded. “That’s not all I want…”
