Page 24 of Hostile Love
Suddenly his eyelashes spring up and a hand clamps onto my wrist, his instincts quick and sharp.
It takes a second for his chestnut eyes to focus on my face lingering over his, but when they do, his lips curl into a devastating grin and inky pupils blow wide.
“There she is––my fantasy in the flesh.” His voice is a low rumble, hoarse and deep. “My sexy-as-fuck little firecracker, all wet, naked and hungry for my dick.” His fingers tighten. “What happens now, Dani–huh? What are you going to do with me?”
My belly flips and any hope I had of ever being okay without him turns to dust from the fire of his touch.
Tingles catapult everywhere and a girly whimper escapes me.
Damn it!
“Absolutely nothing,” I reply half-heartedly.
I do have a plan which involves his dick and my pussy having a final fling before I ignore him for the rest of my morally gray life.
Although, I won’t make it that obvious. He doesn’t need to know I’m desperate for it.
“Is this why you keep running from me?” he asks, alcohol heavy on his breath. “Because the make-up sex is way dirtier when it’s all naughty and hot like this?”
“Why the hell are you in my bed?” I growl, doing my best to play it cool.
“Where else would I be?”
“In your own bed. Somewhere else. Somewhere that’s nowhere near me.”
Releasing me, the temporary freedom is my chance to pull away. I don’t though.
Rather, I let his strong arms wrap around my waist and surrender when he drags me onto his hard body.
“If I was somewhere else, you wouldn’t be where you belong,” he says on a husky exhale, lightly tracing the cut on my cheekbone. “On top of me––checking me out.”
“I didn’t know you’d be here,” my voice lowers, hating how he’s frowning now.
“Let me clean this cut for you. It’s inflamed.”
“That’s why I came back here, smartass. To sort it out myself. Not because I’m tracking your every move.”
His brows drift high, and a sexy grin tugs at his mouth.
“Come on, Dani, did you really think I’d let you run away from me? That I wouldn’t catch up with you, eventually.”
I roll my eyes and release a fake, exasperated sigh.
“Like I said, I’m not here for you. I’m just passing through. And for the record, I casually walked away from you earlier. There was no running involved. But here we are. You’ve taken gatecrashing my personal space to another level. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You are a Souza.”
“Dani.” Matheus bumps his forehead against mine, the texture of his sleepy voice gritty and sexy.
The feeling I get when we’re skin to skin makes my high walls topple like dominoes.
“You’re inmypersonal space, because you want to fuck my brains out. Deny it, and all you’d be is an unsatisfied liar.”
He lifts his hips, raising us both higher and yanks the towel, freeing it from around his thighs.
“You can’t resist me, and I––fuck––I’dneverbe able to resist you. So, whatever you were thinking of doing to me just now, go ahead. I’m all yours.”
His eyes blaze a ring of fire, sincere and so very hypnotic. Having a Souza in my bed, in Blanco’s house, nonetheless, feels wickedly surreal.
Naughty even. Fucked up, to say the least.
