Page 58 of Boss of Me
“I don’t believe you.”
“Ask me if I give a damn.”
We glare at each other, locked in a haze of hostility and lust that charges the air around us.
Just to show him I’m not intimidated, I stretch on tiptoe to bring my gaze more level with his. My eyes only reach his chin, but the directness of my stare lets him know I’m no pushover.
Something dangerous flashes in his eyes. “Leave.”
“Youleave.”
“I was here first. And it’s my house.”
“That I keep spotless every day,” I retort.
His eyes narrow.
I narrow mine right back.
“If you don’t leave,” he warns in a frighteningly low voice, “I won’t be responsible for what happens next between us.”
His words make me break out in violent goose bumps. But I don’t move. Ican’t.
His jaw clenches. “Walk away, kitten. If you don’t want this to go any further, leave right the fuck now.”
I lift my chin defiantly, looking him straight in the eye. “No.”
He makes a rough noise in his throat, then grabs my face in his hands and takes my mouth in a kiss so deep, so carnal, that I forget to breathe.
“You’re driving me crazy.” His voice is a raspy groan. “Why can’t I get you out of my fucking head?”
I whimper as he shoves his hands into my hair, gripping me tight as his tongue plunges into my mouth, exploring, demanding. I tremble as he licks at the corners of my lips and sucks my tongue with a controlled aggression that disintegrates my bones.
Just as my knees are about to buckle, he tears his mouth from mine and buries his face in the side of my neck. “Leave, goddammit.”
I shiver at the raw plea in his voice. He’s barely hanging on to his control, and I’m just crazy enough to want to push him over the edge.
“Make me,” I whisper in his ear.
With a feral growl, he yanks me hard against him, lifting me up as I wrap my legs around his hips. The feel of his massive erection against my crotch makes me gasp.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he rumbles, gripping my ass and grinding his pelvis into mine.
A needy moan breaks from my lips.
Lowering me onto the counter, he runs his fingers through my hair and licks the hollow of my throat, sending a tremorof want rippling through me. As my thighs clench, he pulls my nightshirt up and over my head, causing me to shiver as goose bumps break out over my exposed skin.
He makes a guttural sound of appreciation. Then he’s kissing his way down my throat to my chest, his tongue tasting every inch of skin between. When his hot mouth closes over one breast, I gasp and arch back, my hands fisting in his hair.
He swirls his tongue around my nipple, licking and biting lightly. I tremble hard, aching for more, and when he sucks the tight peak against the roof of his mouth, I mewl with pleasure.
Gunner is growling—growling—and it’s the sexiest damn sound I’ve ever heard in my life. When his callused hands slide down to spread my thighs, it’s only then that I remember where we are.
“Not here,” I choke out. “Someone might?—”
He’s already sweeping me up and striding from the kitchen, carrying me through the darkened foyer and up the winding staircase.
Somewhere between the kitchen and his bedroom, common sense and sanity should have kicked in. But nope, both have deserted me.
