Page 49 of Keep Your Guard Up
She rolled her eyes. “I’m just curious, jackass. Relax.” She crouched down and wiped up the antiseptic on the floor that was probably minutes away from staining.
“Sometimes it’s just what I need. It’s not that deep,” I replied, that mask of boredom slipping over my face, urging her not to ask any more fucking questions. “Thanks for giving my hands a clean.”
I sidestepped her and pulled the door open before heading back towards where my gear was. The sound of the bathroom bin squeaking open and slamming shut became muffled as I strode away.
“Seriously, Riordan?” she complained loudly. “I extend the olive branch and make an effort, and that’s all I get?”
I turned, finding her standing in front of the bathroom block, arms crossed. A gentle crease had formed, no doubt from frustration, between her brows. Those full, rosy lips were pulled down into a scowl, her cheeks flushing the same colour.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I snapped, folding my arms right back.
She rolled her eyes and stormed over to me. “You haven’t spoken to me since we … you know. It’s childish and I won’t have thispetty shitin my gym.” She lifted her chin, but there was uncertainty in those brown eyes.
I scoffed.
Fucking women.
“So, let me get this straight.” I ran a hand through my damp hair and let my hands fall to my hips. “We sleep together, I give youseveralmind-blowing orgasms—” I held up a hand when she opened her mouth to speak. “You leave the next morning without a note or a goddamn text.I, being able to read between the fucking lines, take that as my cue to move that night into the ‘drunken splendour’ category—”
“That’s why you haven’t been speaking to me?” she interrupted, honey eyes widening. “Because I left without saying goodbye? That’s what this is about?”
“It’s notaboutanything,” I snapped, the lie tasting as foul as it was. “It’s about the fact that you think I owe you, just because we slept together. News flash, Sunny baby, you’re not the be-all-and-end-all of orgasms”—Watch yourself, mate. You’re about to dig yourself a hole here—“I can find myself a good orgasm, just as easy as I found yours.”
Her eyes flared, and my stomach knotted.
She nailed her walls back in place. Gone was any banter between us, any kind of flirtatious tension.
“You’re a real asshole, you know that?” she said through gritted teeth.
“And you’re a pain in it, Sunny baby,” I snarled.
“Stop calling me that!” She stepped into my space, glaring up at me. A droplet of sweat ran down the side of her temple, and my nostrils were instantly filled with that fucking intoxicating smell of salty peaches.
“For fuck sake,” I growled. Her lips parted and blew out a hot breath that had saliva filling my mouth. “That fucking mouth of yours.”
“Right back at you, big guy,” she growled, though neither of us made a move to step away.
My fingers brushed hers, teasingly testing the scalding waters we were surrounded by. Her slender fingers startled at the contact but warmed very fucking quickly. Gladly allowing my own to thread through hers, I yanked her in flush against me.
Sunny let out a small breath before meeting my gaze, still fiery as ever.
“You’re such a—”
I cut her off by slamming my mouth on hers.
Chapter 25
Mari
All thoughts floated away from me when his mouth landed on mine. The kiss was rough, needy, and torturous. My hands roamed Chance’s chest, his shoulders, his arms—anywhere I could reach. He bent down slightly, dropping his hands from my face. One wrapped around my waist and tugged me closer. A second later, the other tangled in my hair. With a teasing tug, I opened my mouth for him. His tongue swept inside, lashing and ravishing mine. A traitorous groan slipped from the back of my throat, which was met with a gruff moan of his own. Then we were moving.
He pushed us back into the nearby wall, avoiding the heavy leather bags hanging nearby. The hand that was in my haircaught the wall before my head could with a thud, the other hand trapping my hip as he leaned over me. I couldn’t see anything outside of his towering, muscular frame. That hot mouth found my neck and peppered it with frantic kisses. His usual cologne and mint flooded every sense, mixed with the salt lingering on his sweat-slicked skin.
“This doesn’t change that you were a total …Oh.” Any train of thought went off the rails when his teeth skimmed my skin, sucking and nibbling along my jaw.
“You were saying, Sunny baby?” he murmured in my ear before taking the lobe in between his teeth.
“Don’t call me … that,” I struggled.
