Page 40 of Accidental Husband
"Until after dinner."
"You're deranged." I grab another purple pillow from the bed and hurl it in his direction.
This time, it brushes his shoulder.
He smiles. Steps backward. Rubs his skin like he can't stand the pain. "Guess I'll have to take you out."
"I'd like to see you try."
"Oh yeah?"
I nod. Hell yeah.
He stares at me for a long moment.
Then he lunges forward.
His hands go to my hips. My waist. My tank top. The skin of my stomach.
He lifts me and holds my body against his. It's a split second, but it's enough to make my heart race.
With one swift move, he pins me to the bed.
His hand goes to my wrist. He pushes me just hard enough I feel it.
His hips sink into mine.
He stares down at me. For a second, his eyes fill with something I don't recognize. Then he blinks, and he's back to the pushy friend I know so well. "You want to beg for mercy?"
"Are you into that now?"
He shrugsmaybe I am, maybe I'm not.
"Too much information."
"Don't ask if you don't want to know."
"Are you really?"
"If you keep asking—" He pins my wrist to the bed.
I buck my hips. To push his body off mine.
But it doesn't feel like an aggressive move. More like—
He shifts backward, releasing me. "If you keep asking, I'm going to tell."
I press my lips together. Try to ignore the warmth building below my belly.
My body is confused. It's tired. And lacking sex.
With Jackson.
Not Griff.
I don't want to have sex with Griff.
It's just…
